plain, common, regular, normal

most people are ordinary. they're born into ordinary families, go to ordinary schools, get ordinary jobs, and live ordinary lives. they meet other ordinary people, have ordinary relationships, ordinary marriages, ordinary children. they meander through their ordinary existence until they do their final ordinary thing; die. it's so strange that we ordinary people tend to look at the extraordinary among us and wish we had what they have. [if only i had this extraordinary singing talent, if only i had this extraordinary acting talent, if only i had this extraordinary athletic talent] until we vicariously live our ordinary lives through extraordinary people.

but the truth is, we're all ordinary. we're all so terribly ordinary that we make it a game to see how far from ordinary we can get. and the person who gets farthest from it honestly doesn't get very far at all. so i can crave a different lifestyle, i can pursue my talents with reckless abandon, i can work at something until my strength gives way, but within myself, i will never be extraordinary. hm.