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The fear of being ordinary...

Sometimes I think I'm compelled to make choices that promise to launch me out of the realm of ordinary.

I'm not ordinary (if there even is such a thing, I mean ordinary is pretty closely related to the concept of "normal" and it's widely accepted that there really is no such thing as "normal" - to the extent that the word "normal" is almost never written or said without the accompaniment of double quotes). I have a less that ordinary brain for one thing, but let's not go there because it usually leads to, "Well, we already knew THAT..." smirk encrusted comments.

I haven't led much of an ordinary life either - not according to most people I talk to.

I've had three legal names, for one thing.

My parenting choices are not ordinary either, but this is where I begin to think that I've made a lot of choices in my life with, at least, an underlying motive of "not being ordinary".

So, what's so wrong with ordinary?

Well, it's boring, right? It's been done to death and is so 1978, or something like that...

Ordinary doesn't make a very good defense mechanism either. You can't shut people out if you're just like them, now can you. They identify too much with you then, and you can't pretend you have nothing in common with them and that they just don't "get it"...

And there's another point... Ordinary suggests mainstream, which seems to be equated with the lowest common denominator. The lowest common denominator has never been anything much to write home about. It's low brow. Based. Unintelligent. Who wants to be viewed as unintelligent? Certainly not me! I have an IQ of 135 and I want to the world to know about it - coz then maybe I'll get some respect...

Hmmmm, so maybe now we're getting to the core of things...

When you're not ordinary. When you're EDGE. When you go against the mainstream, a lot of people seem to think you're brave - mad, but brave. I mean, it takes a lot of spunk to go against the mainstream, to stay true to your path when everyone around you is talking you down. People try to scare you into being ordinary like them, mediocre, low-brow, gray people who don't stand out from the crowd, don't distinguish themselves, are ordinary.

No, it's better to be EXTRAordinary because that must mean you're strong, smart, an INDIVIDUAL (just like all the other individuals)...

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