# mediocre-ish

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Watching some extraordinary film to feel less ordinary, when that two hours of goodness ended, the train takes you back to your homeland. Everything you do is too normal to the point that makes you hate it, but that’s not the end, living with the thing you hate turned out that you slowly love them.
And from that moment on, you don’t have to revolt against it anymore, it has become your greatest ally that no person in the world could match its strengths or even weaknesses.
A sense of numbness runs through the whole body day and night, but you still take that as a compliment, or at least you can feel the feeling of numbness.
Of course, goodness emerges once in a while as well as the bad, you just smile and put them in the ring, watch them fight like little warriors. Sometimes the good took down the bad with the most vicious move known to mankind, other days the bad just straight up ate the good as if it was a king breakfast.
Everything eventually feels the same but it gets weirder because this second seems to be longer than the next and the next one after that.
Talking is cheap nowadays when anyone can just pull out the phone and pretend they are talking but, in fact, their fingers dance a Tango but the mind is busy watching birds flying in the rain.
Come back home, there was no sense of familiarity nor the sense of freedom like you used to have but even if home were the same, you were not. Then you wish for the good old day as if wishing for something to let you know that you were in ‘the good old day’ before it turns into bread crumbs.
And that is how one falls in love with mediocre.

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-R