Average is a line in society, more a box, when stepped over or crossed you're either above or below. Only a certain number of people can fit within that box, I'm stood five yards from it. I don't seem like a bright spark sometimes, and kick myself when I look like a fool. I plan everything I will wear, say or do and create a 'perfect' world in my head.
I tend to be discreet at college and only 'let myself out' if I am comfortable, but I think that applies to everyone right?
Over average always means you're picked on, regardless of who you are. Teachers pick on you, then one wrong answer and you feel like you've let the world down. Evidentally, you're wishing the moment to pass, like you're running away from everyone and their thoughts, because they just get in your head and once they're there it suppression that gets rid of them.
Half the time, you play back the days events in your head and regret anything stupid you did. I once made my friend jump and they smacked their head against the wall, I still feel so guilty even though they've probably forgotten.
I'm not normal. Neurologically and physically I am fine, just manneristically I am abstract, my ideas are radical yet achievable. Everyone else colours up to the lines, I make a whole new picture of things. Everyone else cries at the oppressed female, I anger with her for her oppression. Everyone else describes in similes, I use metaphors- they're just exaggerations anyway.
As an over average person, I achieve, learn, smile, make, and laugh to please. I just over romanticise everything in the mean time.
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