A Tedious Cycle Broken

I see resemblence to this nameless character and myself in the few traits we share and that I have felt this way at some point or another. She is not, however, a reflection of myself.

      There was nothing out of the ordinary about my life. I didn't graduate top of my class, but I didn't graduate on the bottom either. I've never been to jail; never even had a run in with the cops; never volunteered at the community center or hospital; never been awarded for anything; never been in trouble; never been in love...

       I was just...in the middle- and no one ever really acknowledges the average. I had always thought that I was destined for mediocracy; for normality. I was never anything special. I was tan, dark-haired, dark-eyed and of average height. I'd never considered myself pretty, but I didn't  think I was ugly either. I'd never considered myself a winner, but I'd never considered myself a loser. You get the point. I guess when I looked at myself in the mirror, I saw a blank slate.

       Well, one day while sitting in some coffee shop in San Francisco and staring at my reflection in the shiny marble table, I became fed up.

       I became fed up with my average life and for the first time I hated who I had become; who I'd been. One day while sitting in some dank coffee shop-by myself- I decided that I wasn't going to be the girl that everyone looked over anymore. I wasn't going to be the girl that never accomplished anything great. I was going to do something with my life for once!

      Then my phone rang.

      I snapped out of my hypnosis and back into reality. Then went home.

      I continued my average, everyday, miserably boring routine, which-before now- I had thought was pleasant enough. I guess ignorance really is bliss. I woke up, ate breakfast, watched Jerry Springer, fell asleep, woke up, got ready for work, came home, ate dinner, and went back to sleep. Rinse, Lather, Repeat. This I did everyday; all the while feeling the euphoria of my past revelation scratching at the surface of my subconscious.

      This I did for months and months and months. At some point I became weary of the life I was living. Somewhere down the road I became tired of being me.

      So from then on, I was someone else.

 

Reviews

[cityhomeless]

Well, that's the thing. The possibilities are endless. The point of the story isn't about this girls life. The story refers to the cycle of a monotonous, unfufilling life, however it is actually about the realization of the cycle itself and that there is more out there. It's not about who she becomes once she realizes that she's not satisfied with her life. It's about the fact that she has broken the cycle and is now giving herself a chance to actually become someone.

[Emily B]

who do you become when you are tired of being you?