I’m just random person, that no one really knows, right? So why should you be intersted in me? I’m normal. Ordinary.So, what, does that mean that there’s nothing special about me? That’s why people who don’t me wouldn’t be interested, is it?
What does ordinary mean anyway? And I’m not talking dictionary.com ‘what does it mean’, I’m talking, like, what does it really mean to you. Or to anyone, I guess, since we all seem to use it in the same general way. Because, honestly, I find myself anything but ordinary, I’m actually quite odd. But is odd the opposite of ordinary? And if it isn’t, than what is?
Is it interesting? Unique? Because I definately think I’m unique, but somehow I still get labled ordinary. Maybe ordinary has been morphed and tanged by the modern slang to mean something totally different than it’s real true meaning. Like gay. Fall Ouy Boy’s got the right idea, with their song G.I.N.A.S.F.S., which stand for Gay Is Not A Synonym For Stupid. Because the way I see it, the people who use gay that way are the same people that use ordinary to mean… whatever it is they mean by it, which is still a mystery to me. For what I can tell, when those people call you ordinary, what they really mean is, your not famous! Or, I’ve never seen you on TV, or in my magazine, so you can’t be worth my time.
Just because I don’t shave my head bald, or jump on sofas, or sing like a rock star, or whatever it is they do to become non-ordinary, that means I must be boring?
Well, I think those stars are boring! How’s that? Sure, they’re unpredictable, but everyone expects them to be unpredictable! When your predictably unpredictable, it just becomes annoyingly repetative. And their partying is incredibly non-interesting. It’s nine kinds of I-don’t-care-how-drunk-your-rich-self-is!
I could honestly care less about their melo dramtic lifestyles. Who wants to read about a bunch of drunk idiots, when you could listen to people who actually have something to say! Something that’s, well, I don’t know, uhm, not slurred with drunkeness?
I’m done with being ordinary. Let’s give the title to the people who deserve it!
Oh, and can we please stop paying Paris Hilton to be famous?! It’s nine kinds of lame, and all she’s going to do with the money is go buy bear and a new car and get herself arrested again. Just leave her in jail already!
Besides, it’s not like her life is filled with any exciting hoverboard derring-do ** :]
I’M OUT!
