I refuse to be average.
Period. Average is for aves. Btw, who created that dichotomy? Why must half ail
Ck
Well he’s not what you woul ca bonnny — bonny well i’d say something more like a wee buit thrawn — would yoiu now – oiuphh gglor gaer went through his life with his belt on backwards =n what do yoiu meann by .. clue darl;in – dram?
The average life span of the male species is seventy years old. I do believe that this is very strange indeed, seeing that man is the head of the family, and as such should be able to live much longer.
victor walkes
We all think extensively about all the ways in which we are average. Normal. Everyday. Boring. It’s like a chant, in our minds always. But, i challenge you, for one day think instead of all the things that do make you special. That the person who loves you loves you for.
conor9696
One day, you’ll realise that everyone is average. Everyone is just another statistic. Even the anomalies have become normal. You will do with your life exactly what most of your peers are doing, and what everyone did before you. I just hope that day doesn’t come for you for many years to come.
conor9696
I felt average as I got my average test back and averagely felt bad about it. Never the less I new that Sarah always got a good mark and my life would never be as good as hers. So I got up and…
Tyler
Linda had spent the better part of the last several nights crafting elaborate ways to excuse herself from her meticulously crafted suburban life. However when she fell asleep at night with those big plans in that Super Cuts carrying head of hers, she’d forget everything. She’d come up with the same plans for several years, never acting upon them until years after it was too late. Her last glimpse at youth had long since found a new woman to grace.
Nicholas
No individual enjoys being considered average. No average individual. But that’s truly what all of us are, aren’t we? We’re all simply average people working towards an acceptable, endurable life. An average life for the average person.
Ro
Far from it
(at least several standard deviations away)
we can’t divide you by two and get anything worthwhile today
Felicia
I am average. I wouldn’t say that I am pretty or ugly. Just average. And I’m okay with that. I could be a little taller though. haha! My friends are pretty and average too. I like my friends. They keep me happy most of the time. I want to find someone who is average looking like me too. With my same interests of course! Fun, funny, and adventurous like me!
Kana
I am a common or garden word, who knows what uses I will be put to by those not common or garden like me?
thatwomen
Not extremely god, not extremely bad, just average. In the middle, not something special. But, at the same time, its still something. A word i use alot to describe how i slept.
Julia
make me beleive that what i am is special and not so kept in the bounds of what my surroundings have set. set me froo so there is no fence around the plae of which i sit in my own mind and outside. let me go.
josh alley
I’m in an average state made up of fridges filled with sauce. Saucy average state, why you so crazy?
never have an average day anymore as it goes, all seems momentous or special or do or die or contains moments of heart-melting emotion never to be forgotten, but so it should be for precious gift of a day
i dont like to think that i am average, but i do enjoy a life rich in watching tv and making jokes. i watch those on tv, those who make a difference, and i envy the ability for a third party to step back and know that everything the characters are doing are significant. i wonder every day if my actions are
elkwlkf
average is a misconception of those who believe they are inferior. while ppl may seek to “meet the average” everyone truly wants to be above the average, and should seek exceed all expectations, incurring their own
Vicky (typo.. incurring = including)
average has nothing to do with life. it is a scapegoat to blending in. no one is average, there is no average. hey, im average, i think. it looks like ave rage. i raged one time on high avenue. coincidink. well i dont appreciate this average word. its too average. i hate average. if average had a face i would punch it. maybe even a straight shot to the baby maker. whatever. i dont know why im getting so worked up because its not like the word is fuck you or something. rude. well, i guess this is an average thought on an average night with average things happening at this hour.
Bwolf
I have never thought of myself to be any more than average- then again, yeah, maybe I have. I think something in the human spirit in general depends on our minds tricking themselves into thinking that we are all something special. So that is what I have done an that is what you have done. Now that we are adults we cannot deal with this reality
Amanda
not me…don’t know that anyone fits the definition of the word…implies no change…take the wind out of my sails…depressing. implies lack of growth…uninspiring. tiring. sad
KRS
The idea of being average is far scarier than death. To die having been average is basically to have never lived or existed at all. The world never needed you. I would rather be awful than average. Do I have a problem? Yes. I think so.
Olivia Warren
Sometimes, I just want to feel average. Just once. For a little while.
I do feel average sometimes, if I’m being perfectly honest. I haven’t done anything overly spectacular in my life yet. I mean, I still have time, at least I think I do. But what if I don’t? What happens if one day I wake up and realize that all that time I thought I had suddenly passed me by? I don’t want to wake up one day and realize my whole life has passed me by and all I ever was was… average.
inescapable. normal. what people think they are. there’s no real deffinintion for this. it sounds lonely and sad.
jackie
She was an average girl. At least, that’s what they told her. Blond hair was bland nowadays; so were brown eyes. You weren’t silver-hearted if you had blond hair and brown eyes. That’s what they all said.
Simone
average is the great equalizer. every man woman and child holds themselves to the standards of average; above or below it, helplessly lost in it, we are each, to some degree average. in the end we are nothing more or less, we are just people who are striving to be. average.
Sarah
i have this intense fear of being simply average.
that’s why i try so hard. too hard. every one has to love me. i have to have the perfect life with all the perfect things. i have to intelligent and beautiful and successful. more so than everyone else.
why do feel the need to be more than average? why can’t i simply just be?
Sometimes I would consider myself average. When I see average people, I consider myself good-looking. When I see good-looking people, I consider myself to be ugly. What does average mean anyways, who and what defines it? Were we not all created equally…? Maybe we differ somewhat visually but Jesus Christ.
Michaela Anonymous
“I’m average.” she said softly. “There’s nothing special about me.”
“What?”
She averted her eyes to her feet. “I said I’m not special like you….”
He grabbed her arms, “What the hell are you talking about?! SPECIAL? Are you serious? We’re not special! We just work hard! YOU’RE the special one. You learned everything we learned but in a fourth less the time!” He pushed her chin up to meet his eyes, “You’re beautiful and special and incredible and…” he hesitated biting his lip, “And…and I love you.” Her eyes grew wide and he leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. Her eyes closed as she reveled in the feeling. He pulled her close and they fell into the kiss and it felt……like they had always been waiting for this moment. Sooner than she wanted he pulled away. He looked down at her and gave her a sheepish grin. She just stared up at him, astonished.
“Well….?” he asked hopefully.
“I…..of course I love you, you idiot!” she threw herself into his arms and they spun around laughing happily.
I was just an average girl, he was just another guy. Together though, we were everything. We made forest grow, and dictators crumble, grown men cry, and the blind to see. Together we were anything but average.
If you look at me i’m just an average person you’ll see around you. Invisible at school. Prefer to be a loner but i have feelings too. And maybe one day you’ll see me for who i am. Not as an average girl.
I am so not your average girl, as a matter of fact I am the opposite of that. I am not pale, don’t have a banging body or a hot face. What I do have is love, love for others.
claire
there was an average girl. Nothing special about her as far as anyone could see. Though what they didn’t know about her was that she had a secret. One that no one knew but her … her and sean that is. Sean was there the day it happened. When the sky fell apart and the only one there to pick up ht e pieces was her. She was nothing special but the world had depended on her that day.
Marc Lockwood
Average, how do you define average? Everything is so different, how can anything be “average”?
What is average can turn around and surprise me. The simple mixture of one average with another can bring about a smile. Is that not the case sometimes?
The average is the middle. It is only okay. My goal in life id to be better than average. I want to exceed my own expectations. When I see average I think that I have not done the best that I could.
Brooke Bailey
What no one really wants to be. The middle. Neither above nor below standard. Ordinary. Real. The middle of human. All of us. When you put us together, that is. OK.
Elizabeth Lund
What is average can turn around and surprise me. The simple mixture of one average with another can bring about a smile. It that not the case sometimes?
Nothing more then you can see or not see. In the background of all the pictures but never pointed out. Brown and dull, unloved with too many equals. Liked sometimes, ignored the rest. Let’s just pretend you don’t exist.
I refuse to be average.
Period. Average is for aves. Btw, who created that dichotomy? Why must half ail
Well he’s not what you woul ca bonnny — bonny well i’d say something more like a wee buit thrawn — would yoiu now – oiuphh gglor gaer went through his life with his belt on backwards =n what do yoiu meann by .. clue darl;in – dram?
The average life span of the male species is seventy years old. I do believe that this is very strange indeed, seeing that man is the head of the family, and as such should be able to live much longer.
We all think extensively about all the ways in which we are average. Normal. Everyday. Boring. It’s like a chant, in our minds always. But, i challenge you, for one day think instead of all the things that do make you special. That the person who loves you loves you for.
One day, you’ll realise that everyone is average. Everyone is just another statistic. Even the anomalies have become normal. You will do with your life exactly what most of your peers are doing, and what everyone did before you. I just hope that day doesn’t come for you for many years to come.
I felt average as I got my average test back and averagely felt bad about it. Never the less I new that Sarah always got a good mark and my life would never be as good as hers. So I got up and…
Linda had spent the better part of the last several nights crafting elaborate ways to excuse herself from her meticulously crafted suburban life. However when she fell asleep at night with those big plans in that Super Cuts carrying head of hers, she’d forget everything. She’d come up with the same plans for several years, never acting upon them until years after it was too late. Her last glimpse at youth had long since found a new woman to grace.
No individual enjoys being considered average. No average individual. But that’s truly what all of us are, aren’t we? We’re all simply average people working towards an acceptable, endurable life. An average life for the average person.
Far from it
(at least several standard deviations away)
we can’t divide you by two and get anything worthwhile today
I am average. I wouldn’t say that I am pretty or ugly. Just average. And I’m okay with that. I could be a little taller though. haha! My friends are pretty and average too. I like my friends. They keep me happy most of the time. I want to find someone who is average looking like me too. With my same interests of course! Fun, funny, and adventurous like me!
I am a common or garden word, who knows what uses I will be put to by those not common or garden like me?
Not extremely god, not extremely bad, just average. In the middle, not something special. But, at the same time, its still something. A word i use alot to describe how i slept.
make me beleive that what i am is special and not so kept in the bounds of what my surroundings have set. set me froo so there is no fence around the plae of which i sit in my own mind and outside. let me go.
I’m in an average state made up of fridges filled with sauce. Saucy average state, why you so crazy?
never have an average day anymore as it goes, all seems momentous or special or do or die or contains moments of heart-melting emotion never to be forgotten, but so it should be for precious gift of a day
i dont like to think that i am average, but i do enjoy a life rich in watching tv and making jokes. i watch those on tv, those who make a difference, and i envy the ability for a third party to step back and know that everything the characters are doing are significant. i wonder every day if my actions are
average is a misconception of those who believe they are inferior. while ppl may seek to “meet the average” everyone truly wants to be above the average, and should seek exceed all expectations, incurring their own
average has nothing to do with life. it is a scapegoat to blending in. no one is average, there is no average. hey, im average, i think. it looks like ave rage. i raged one time on high avenue. coincidink. well i dont appreciate this average word. its too average. i hate average. if average had a face i would punch it. maybe even a straight shot to the baby maker. whatever. i dont know why im getting so worked up because its not like the word is fuck you or something. rude. well, i guess this is an average thought on an average night with average things happening at this hour.
I have never thought of myself to be any more than average- then again, yeah, maybe I have. I think something in the human spirit in general depends on our minds tricking themselves into thinking that we are all something special. So that is what I have done an that is what you have done. Now that we are adults we cannot deal with this reality
not me…don’t know that anyone fits the definition of the word…implies no change…take the wind out of my sails…depressing. implies lack of growth…uninspiring. tiring. sad
The idea of being average is far scarier than death. To die having been average is basically to have never lived or existed at all. The world never needed you. I would rather be awful than average. Do I have a problem? Yes. I think so.
Sometimes, I just want to feel average. Just once. For a little while.
I do feel average sometimes, if I’m being perfectly honest. I haven’t done anything overly spectacular in my life yet. I mean, I still have time, at least I think I do. But what if I don’t? What happens if one day I wake up and realize that all that time I thought I had suddenly passed me by? I don’t want to wake up one day and realize my whole life has passed me by and all I ever was was… average.
She had always wondered how she could be one of those average girls, born to do normal everyday things and blend into the scenery.
inescapable. normal. what people think they are. there’s no real deffinintion for this. it sounds lonely and sad.
She was an average girl. At least, that’s what they told her. Blond hair was bland nowadays; so were brown eyes. You weren’t silver-hearted if you had blond hair and brown eyes. That’s what they all said.
average is the great equalizer. every man woman and child holds themselves to the standards of average; above or below it, helplessly lost in it, we are each, to some degree average. in the end we are nothing more or less, we are just people who are striving to be. average.
i have this intense fear of being simply average.
that’s why i try so hard. too hard. every one has to love me. i have to have the perfect life with all the perfect things. i have to intelligent and beautiful and successful. more so than everyone else.
why do feel the need to be more than average? why can’t i simply just be?
Sometimes I would consider myself average. When I see average people, I consider myself good-looking. When I see good-looking people, I consider myself to be ugly. What does average mean anyways, who and what defines it? Were we not all created equally…? Maybe we differ somewhat visually but Jesus Christ.
“I’m average.” she said softly. “There’s nothing special about me.”
“What?”
She averted her eyes to her feet. “I said I’m not special like you….”
He grabbed her arms, “What the hell are you talking about?! SPECIAL? Are you serious? We’re not special! We just work hard! YOU’RE the special one. You learned everything we learned but in a fourth less the time!” He pushed her chin up to meet his eyes, “You’re beautiful and special and incredible and…” he hesitated biting his lip, “And…and I love you.” Her eyes grew wide and he leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. Her eyes closed as she reveled in the feeling. He pulled her close and they fell into the kiss and it felt……like they had always been waiting for this moment. Sooner than she wanted he pulled away. He looked down at her and gave her a sheepish grin. She just stared up at him, astonished.
“Well….?” he asked hopefully.
“I…..of course I love you, you idiot!” she threw herself into his arms and they spun around laughing happily.
I was just an average girl, he was just another guy. Together though, we were everything. We made forest grow, and dictators crumble, grown men cry, and the blind to see. Together we were anything but average.
If you look at me i’m just an average person you’ll see around you. Invisible at school. Prefer to be a loner but i have feelings too. And maybe one day you’ll see me for who i am. Not as an average girl.
I am so not your average girl, as a matter of fact I am the opposite of that. I am not pale, don’t have a banging body or a hot face. What I do have is love, love for others.
there was an average girl. Nothing special about her as far as anyone could see. Though what they didn’t know about her was that she had a secret. One that no one knew but her … her and sean that is. Sean was there the day it happened. When the sky fell apart and the only one there to pick up ht e pieces was her. She was nothing special but the world had depended on her that day.
Average, how do you define average? Everything is so different, how can anything be “average”?
What is average can turn around and surprise me. The simple mixture of one average with another can bring about a smile. Is that not the case sometimes?
The average is the middle. It is only okay. My goal in life id to be better than average. I want to exceed my own expectations. When I see average I think that I have not done the best that I could.
What no one really wants to be. The middle. Neither above nor below standard. Ordinary. Real. The middle of human. All of us. When you put us together, that is. OK.
What is average can turn around and surprise me. The simple mixture of one average with another can bring about a smile. It that not the case sometimes?
Nothing more then you can see or not see. In the background of all the pictures but never pointed out. Brown and dull, unloved with too many equals. Liked sometimes, ignored the rest. Let’s just pretend you don’t exist.