Ordinary

I am so ordinary. Average. Pretty but not beautiful. Common. Intelligent but hardly exceptional. Typical. Feeling the feelings that everybody feels. Living the everyday life. The mix of joy and desperation plus lots of the middle so-so states of mind. I'm no different than anybody else. At least not by much, just this one bit different in this and that, again, the average different. We form the mass, the mob that serves as this convenient backdrop that lets the exceptional few shine the more brightly. I believe I was moaning about that averageness of mine in some previous post... I don't even want to go back and read it. The cyclic nature of human mind. We think we thought of something for the first time just to find out later that it has been thought about a thousand times...
Being exceptional is costly. Not everybody can carry the burden, the responsibility of being the envy of the common ones. Of inspiring the common ones to do something a little less ordinary once in a while. Don't we feel grand then?! Oh, my, we did something almost original! Almost creative. It is amazing how self-centered most of us are. We must internalize everything. Grind all the experience and sensory stimuli through our insides. The limits of the insides determine what we make out of the input then...
I think I'll just go back to my acoustic analysis now. Nothing original is going to be born today. No inspirational fuel available. I have just looked to my left and saw the toilet. It is conveniently located door to door across a small corridor from my bedroom. Now it just spoke to me. Save yourself the trouble. Let it go. Embrace your ordinariness. You will only cause trouble if you try to be more than you possibly can.
Smart toilet. Quite out of ordinary, in toilet standards, of course. One thing just struck me. It just cannot be an American toilet. It's so un-american to think that way...