above average. that’s what they heard their entire lives, these little geniuses, practically bred to be the scientists and poets and physicists and visionaries and occasionally artists of tomorrow. they were never average. their grades too high and their hopes too low, they speeded through school while others slogged on; they aced everything that was thrown at them and they were labeled the nerdiest of the nerds.
just hanging out im normal. why am i so normal. ha this sucks but i can try my hardest to become better. id rather be cool. why is this so hard to write maybe im average idk ha slang is so gay why am i typing still isnt it sixty seconds yet?
should i keep going idk oh no!!!!! yikes wasted time with the exclamation marks.
jake weber
My life is never what one would call average. That is because I refuse to cross the same path twice. Life is too short — isn’t it? Continue on. Now and until we meet again, think about not crossing paths again.
Matt
I’m average. Some tell me that I’m far less. Others think I’m far beyond “average.” I say that I’m average. I’m nothing more than the world’s expectation of perfect, nothing less. Just average.
Simone
Sometimes I think I’m just an average person. An average girl living an average life in an average school in an average town. Everything about me is just… Average… is anything not anymore? We’re all clones of ourselves. No one is individual. We’re all the same. Average.
Kathy
there is no average human in the world for everyone is different. to be average would be abnormal therefore, making one not average. It’s a paradox of normality and differences.
Caleb Walker
I have never wanted so badly to be closer to average. F stands for below average and that is where I am. I love excelling and not being average, but clearly I have missed to mark this time, and I can’t stand it. Average is not something I have ever aimed for, but it’s what I want so badly right now.
Sarah
Average. I don’t know very much about statistical data regarding averages for many things. But I can tell you this; I am great at calculating what the average of a group of numbers is. Average is just what it sounds like.
Melanie
Average. What everybody believes they are. Come on, you know you do. You know you feel like you will never be enough. Like everything you are is not enough, that you will never be enough. But let me tell you something, we are so much more than enough, so much more than average. We are special, we are above and beyond everything we have ever felt before. We are perfect in every single way because this is the way god made us and this is the way we were intended to be.
Whispers “you are not average”. And I knew you knew it. But you still didn’t fully believe it. How beautiful. How tender the spirit and soul. Oh dear friend. How much I have grown this past year with you nearby. Thank you.
Unlike things that are extraordinary, or amazing, some things are just average. Not that that is a bad thing, sometimes it’s just a fact of life. You will have average days, and you will have extraordinary days.
Meryn
we all have been there. we think we are average, we think we aren’t enough. that we will never be enough. but it’s not true. we are all so much more than we bargain for. we are all so beautiful. we are enough. we will always be enough. it’s so insane to think that we sell our selves short so very often because i know god has a plan for each of us and he wants us to see us.
chelsea
Kinda like your average adam from youtube. But I don’t want to talk about him. I’d rather define. Average. Normal. Plain. Mediocre. Nothing is special about you. Everything you do is insignificant. It isn’t important, you don’t matter. Nothing matters, its all empty without you. My life is average. My life isn’t average. I’m in college. The average person isn’t. My life was average before you, and then it was unbelievable. Now it is believable and sad.
Sarah
I wish i was average, instead of fat an ugly. I wish i could be a lot of things.
An average person will not put up with most of the shit I put up with. Sometimes I wonder why I do, but that is just the type of person I am. Maybe I am not average.
Mary Lou Wynegar
An average day, an average woman, in an average life= me! Average is such a horrible word. It brings up all these “not good enough” feelings. When really it should just tell you “you’re ok!” Well, that was just an average idea……
Caitlin
She had always felt so incredibly average. Nothing about her was better than anyone else, or worse. She was in the middle. Until the day she heard her brother’s thoughts.
Meh, life is average sometimes. You think it is going to be exteremey exciting to do the things you wait so much for them to happen. But in the end, it is only average. After awaiting for months and years. you get the same result as pretty much everyone else.
Ozzy
sometimes i wonder how people end up with average lives. What constitutes an “average” life anyway? Someone’s excitement may be my neverending dullness. I just hope that I don’t end up with average. I’ll have to shake things up.
Jashana
i’ve always thought of pomagranites as an average fruit. I mean they would be extordinary if they were easier to eat but dang. They have all those seeds and stuff it makes them so hard to eat. I always think of eating a pomagranite as mining for fruit rubies, and yes fruit rubies is a real term, I didn’t just make it up.
Dana
The norm. Also, possibly my greatest current fear. The Middle.
The biggest fear is of the FUTURE.
Jazz
clear fingers: he weighed the gold, and weighed it again, and with the sharp well-practiced eye of a merchant he squinted at the balance. he flipped a shining coin over in weathered dark fingers. he sniffed the tangy aroma of the gold. then, then, very deliberately, he pressed a coin into the seal of wax.
average is what we all try not to be. people like to think theyre more special than they actually are. nobody wants to be average. some would even rather be below average in something than just be average. i guess part of it is the grass-is-greener syndrome, and the other part is that we all want to be unique and stand out and be different.
K
she was average and he was not. he was everything. she was smart but not punctual with words, she was a mess in her head and her brain. he was well defined and well dictated. he was a period and she was an exclamation point. he thought oh no, not her. she was in love. it was one average day, turned into a bad year
gabriela
I’m at the back of the room. I’m the last voice to be heard, if heard at all. Does anyone see me? Can anyone hear? They’re all too caught up in their loud world to notice.
Ashley
Average. I am the epitome of mediocrity. Everything I do is just OK. Nothing is amazing or unbelievable. There is no obvious future for me. No one, not even me, knows what I’m going to do when I grow up. I have no major interests. It’s so annoying the way mediocrity can just creep on a life and suffocate it until it has no soul.
The average income of the average earner was uploaded into the matrix that determined the average future of the average citizens. His was neither above nor below…average.
Dave
Just average. That is what everyone seems to aspire to be. Just another sheep in the herd. A follower with no originality. Trend following zombies without an inspired thought of their own. I choose to stray from the herd. I love my eccentric ways and if the masses look at me crossly because of it, then I guess I am doing well for myself.
drowning in a sea of average, struggling to break through all the noise. “I’m original!” she screams. “Why can’t you see?” It’s too late. Too many others have come before and tried to be original and clogged the airwaves now. The message isn’t making it through. But she’ll keep screaming until it does.
Average. I am average. I’d like to think I was more than… no I am awesome. There’s no skirting around that, average is not a word to describe me. I’m awesome. Later, bye.
So so so average. Not above, not below. Actually, maybe below because of the weighted factors. If one aspect be more important than another, surely the more heavily weighted areas would be the low points and the areas regarded, though often spoken highly of, as less important when life boils down to it would be the few successes. But it matter not what weight each carries. So so so above average.
They came down from the poor place
that rose above the town of Average.
The residents there tried to divide them,
subtract them, round them up,
equate them
with the common.
But no, no, they were not common.
They were comets, absolutely unstoppable.
No language could math them,
they were so far,
so far above the rest,
their words were sounded far away,
like calculus to a kindergartner.
The jeans i bought the other day were quite average. Skinny leg with a cool pocket design. They could of been bought anywhere. But i like them! They are pretty cool and make me feel warm.
The average human life consists of eighty to ninety trips around the sun; it’s even shorter nowadays, they say. Throughout these trips, we are all bound to find or lose something–our hope, our minds, our hearts.
my life is average is the best site on the internet. it has awesome stories about harry potter ninjas and against twilight. i hate twilight and love harry potter. ninjas kick pirate ass. :)
Cristina Garcia
If you divide the well known greats from what they stole from the unknown others they’d equal out to average – at best.
I’ve always been average in comparison to others. A jack of all trades, master of none. My younger brother of course turns everything he touches to gold. And throughout high school and college I was always pretty good while others were amazing and it sucked. Oh well, better to have something than nothing at all, I suppose.
Brown hair, dark skin, light eyes. She thought she looked average. Her opinion was so low of herself. Always staring at the impeccable models with their amazon height and blond hair. She wanted blond hair. That’s what she thought would make her less average and more eye-catching. She was mistaken.
above average. that’s what they heard their entire lives, these little geniuses, practically bred to be the scientists and poets and physicists and visionaries and occasionally artists of tomorrow. they were never average. their grades too high and their hopes too low, they speeded through school while others slogged on; they aced everything that was thrown at them and they were labeled the nerdiest of the nerds.
sometimes, though, they just wanted to be normal.
just hanging out im normal. why am i so normal. ha this sucks but i can try my hardest to become better. id rather be cool. why is this so hard to write maybe im average idk ha slang is so gay why am i typing still isnt it sixty seconds yet?
should i keep going idk oh no!!!!! yikes wasted time with the exclamation marks.
My life is never what one would call average. That is because I refuse to cross the same path twice. Life is too short — isn’t it? Continue on. Now and until we meet again, think about not crossing paths again.
I’m average. Some tell me that I’m far less. Others think I’m far beyond “average.” I say that I’m average. I’m nothing more than the world’s expectation of perfect, nothing less. Just average.
Sometimes I think I’m just an average person. An average girl living an average life in an average school in an average town. Everything about me is just… Average… is anything not anymore? We’re all clones of ourselves. No one is individual. We’re all the same. Average.
there is no average human in the world for everyone is different. to be average would be abnormal therefore, making one not average. It’s a paradox of normality and differences.
I have never wanted so badly to be closer to average. F stands for below average and that is where I am. I love excelling and not being average, but clearly I have missed to mark this time, and I can’t stand it. Average is not something I have ever aimed for, but it’s what I want so badly right now.
Average. I don’t know very much about statistical data regarding averages for many things. But I can tell you this; I am great at calculating what the average of a group of numbers is. Average is just what it sounds like.
Average. What everybody believes they are. Come on, you know you do. You know you feel like you will never be enough. Like everything you are is not enough, that you will never be enough. But let me tell you something, we are so much more than enough, so much more than average. We are special, we are above and beyond everything we have ever felt before. We are perfect in every single way because this is the way god made us and this is the way we were intended to be.
Whispers “you are not average”. And I knew you knew it. But you still didn’t fully believe it. How beautiful. How tender the spirit and soul. Oh dear friend. How much I have grown this past year with you nearby. Thank you.
Unlike things that are extraordinary, or amazing, some things are just average. Not that that is a bad thing, sometimes it’s just a fact of life. You will have average days, and you will have extraordinary days.
we all have been there. we think we are average, we think we aren’t enough. that we will never be enough. but it’s not true. we are all so much more than we bargain for. we are all so beautiful. we are enough. we will always be enough. it’s so insane to think that we sell our selves short so very often because i know god has a plan for each of us and he wants us to see us.
Kinda like your average adam from youtube. But I don’t want to talk about him. I’d rather define. Average. Normal. Plain. Mediocre. Nothing is special about you. Everything you do is insignificant. It isn’t important, you don’t matter. Nothing matters, its all empty without you. My life is average. My life isn’t average. I’m in college. The average person isn’t. My life was average before you, and then it was unbelievable. Now it is believable and sad.
I wish i was average, instead of fat an ugly. I wish i could be a lot of things.
An average person will not put up with most of the shit I put up with. Sometimes I wonder why I do, but that is just the type of person I am. Maybe I am not average.
An average day, an average woman, in an average life= me! Average is such a horrible word. It brings up all these “not good enough” feelings. When really it should just tell you “you’re ok!” Well, that was just an average idea……
She had always felt so incredibly average. Nothing about her was better than anyone else, or worse. She was in the middle. Until the day she heard her brother’s thoughts.
Meh, life is average sometimes. You think it is going to be exteremey exciting to do the things you wait so much for them to happen. But in the end, it is only average. After awaiting for months and years. you get the same result as pretty much everyone else.
sometimes i wonder how people end up with average lives. What constitutes an “average” life anyway? Someone’s excitement may be my neverending dullness. I just hope that I don’t end up with average. I’ll have to shake things up.
i’ve always thought of pomagranites as an average fruit. I mean they would be extordinary if they were easier to eat but dang. They have all those seeds and stuff it makes them so hard to eat. I always think of eating a pomagranite as mining for fruit rubies, and yes fruit rubies is a real term, I didn’t just make it up.
The norm. Also, possibly my greatest current fear. The Middle.
The biggest fear is of the FUTURE.
clear fingers: he weighed the gold, and weighed it again, and with the sharp well-practiced eye of a merchant he squinted at the balance. he flipped a shining coin over in weathered dark fingers. he sniffed the tangy aroma of the gold. then, then, very deliberately, he pressed a coin into the seal of wax.
I’m just an average girl
With an average life
And an average look
In a not so average world
Loved by an above average boyfriend <3
I love you, Matthew <3
average is what we all try not to be. people like to think theyre more special than they actually are. nobody wants to be average. some would even rather be below average in something than just be average. i guess part of it is the grass-is-greener syndrome, and the other part is that we all want to be unique and stand out and be different.
she was average and he was not. he was everything. she was smart but not punctual with words, she was a mess in her head and her brain. he was well defined and well dictated. he was a period and she was an exclamation point. he thought oh no, not her. she was in love. it was one average day, turned into a bad year
I’m at the back of the room. I’m the last voice to be heard, if heard at all. Does anyone see me? Can anyone hear? They’re all too caught up in their loud world to notice.
Average. I am the epitome of mediocrity. Everything I do is just OK. Nothing is amazing or unbelievable. There is no obvious future for me. No one, not even me, knows what I’m going to do when I grow up. I have no major interests. It’s so annoying the way mediocrity can just creep on a life and suffocate it until it has no soul.
The average income of the average earner was uploaded into the matrix that determined the average future of the average citizens. His was neither above nor below…average.
Just average. That is what everyone seems to aspire to be. Just another sheep in the herd. A follower with no originality. Trend following zombies without an inspired thought of their own. I choose to stray from the herd. I love my eccentric ways and if the masses look at me crossly because of it, then I guess I am doing well for myself.
drowning in a sea of average, struggling to break through all the noise. “I’m original!” she screams. “Why can’t you see?” It’s too late. Too many others have come before and tried to be original and clogged the airwaves now. The message isn’t making it through. But she’ll keep screaming until it does.
Average. I am average. I’d like to think I was more than… no I am awesome. There’s no skirting around that, average is not a word to describe me. I’m awesome. Later, bye.
So so so average. Not above, not below. Actually, maybe below because of the weighted factors. If one aspect be more important than another, surely the more heavily weighted areas would be the low points and the areas regarded, though often spoken highly of, as less important when life boils down to it would be the few successes. But it matter not what weight each carries. So so so above average.
They came down from the poor place
that rose above the town of Average.
The residents there tried to divide them,
subtract them, round them up,
equate them
with the common.
But no, no, they were not common.
They were comets, absolutely unstoppable.
No language could math them,
they were so far,
so far above the rest,
their words were sounded far away,
like calculus to a kindergartner.
The jeans i bought the other day were quite average. Skinny leg with a cool pocket design. They could of been bought anywhere. But i like them! They are pretty cool and make me feel warm.
Its the middle of things. common number.
The average human life consists of eighty to ninety trips around the sun; it’s even shorter nowadays, they say. Throughout these trips, we are all bound to find or lose something–our hope, our minds, our hearts.
my life is average is the best site on the internet. it has awesome stories about harry potter ninjas and against twilight. i hate twilight and love harry potter. ninjas kick pirate ass. :)
If you divide the well known greats from what they stole from the unknown others they’d equal out to average – at best.
I’ve always been average in comparison to others. A jack of all trades, master of none. My younger brother of course turns everything he touches to gold. And throughout high school and college I was always pretty good while others were amazing and it sucked. Oh well, better to have something than nothing at all, I suppose.
Brown hair, dark skin, light eyes. She thought she looked average. Her opinion was so low of herself. Always staring at the impeccable models with their amazon height and blond hair. She wanted blond hair. That’s what she thought would make her less average and more eye-catching. She was mistaken.