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On Being Ordinary

It is a great disaster, I feel perhaps the greatest disaster, to think that you might be or become ordinary. I was afraid that might happen to me. So that's when I decided to leave. I think I tricked myself into thinking that it was bold. That the idea of New York would scare me so senseless that I would be shocked into extraordinariness. New York was the stuff of Sex and the City and college and glamor and Vogue. New York represented a magical mystery land where I believed where the center of the world resided -- somewhere between the bright lights of Broadway and the Central Park. New York= ticket to being somebody. I wanted to go there. I was going there. I was scared. Oh wait, I am scared.

What else is ordinary? I think DC is rather ordinary. It strikes me as a place where the ordinary coagulate in the mess that we call government. I've never been so disallusioned with a place before, or moreover with a body that I deemed important, essential even. In the presence of this government makes the concept of a benevolent dictatorship not seem quite so bad. I wonder...