Just a girl, just an ordinary girl, just trying to get by . . .

I find that we like to compare our lives as a feel-better token. We like to sit down with other people and talk about our lives: our ups, our downs, our surprises, our specialties. We like to make ourselves stand out in comparison to others. However, one day, you realize that you are nothing extraordinary. Your downs, well, they're really not that bad. And your ups? Well, they're nothing really significant. As for your talents? Well, there are a hundred other people out there who can do that too, perhaps even better. The fairy tale's not quite how you dreamed it. Maybe you're not a princess and, truly, there is no castle. And happy ever after? Hell, you don't care because you're not even happy right now. Your little method to make yourself feel good just failed, and now you feel worse. You tried to get sympathy, but you just realize there's someone out there worse off than yourself. Maybe you're not as depressed or sick or even happy as you think you are, because guess what- someone is always going to outdo you. And you know what the craziest part is? There are actually people out there who get mad if you don't sit around and chew the fat. There are people that actually get angry when you respond with an answer along the lines of "I'm fine." So why do we share our ups, our downs, our surprises, our specialties? Why do we put ourselves through that everyday realization that we are nothing extraordinary. We are just normal. And while many can find comfort in the norm, there are a handful of us that simply wish to be abnormal. Maybe that want, that desire, is abnormal in itself. What's so wrong with wanting to be extraordinary? We're not talking textbook-type extraordinary, of course, but just an extraordinary that gives us a little individuality- maybe even a little ego boost. Afterall, if we are all just normal, than how can we be unique individuals? Not all of us are programmed to be the norm. If we were all "normal", there wouldn't have been people such as Hilter and Mother Theresa. They were extraordinary. [Note: I never said extraordinary was alined with "good" or "bad."] In this dog-eat-dog world, how far does one have to go to be the cat? So maybe we should just sit around and chew the fat. Maybe that is what makes us extraordinary. Maybe the deep, thoughtful people are of a different breed- or maybe that's what we say to make ourselves feel better. Maybe we lie to ourselves just to make it through the day. Afterall, if there is always someone who is going to outdo you, there's someone out there who is lying to himself moreso than you are. And maybe, we just find comfort in knowing that.