- Published: Tuesday, 05 March 2013
I used to think I was brilliant. That I was different. That I was special. But then I realised a lot of people feel that way about themselves. And if everyone is brilliant and special, then who are the average people?
They make up the majority of all surveys, so they must exist.
And so I chose to be one of the average people. A dime in a dozen. Another brick in the wall.
I don't mind being average, because if I'm average, it means I have to work twice as hard if I want to achieve anything.