Nobody would argue over the simple fact that the boy was ordinary.
He couldn’t understand it. All of a sudden he felt the burning desire to be something more than just ordinary. He realised that he was normal to the point of being dull. He was nothing other than usual, and that was for sure. All said and done, he was just a regular person. Every aspect of his humdrum life and way of thinking was totally conventional. It was a bitter disappointment to think about just how middling he really was. It was disheartening to think about how incredibly run-of-the-mill he was. As a person he felt he was completely unremarkable in every respect. When he thought about it there was nothing about him that wasn’t commonplace. It would have to be said that the boy was not anything other than an everyday kind of person. He knew that he was no more than a typical boy of his time, but he was so average, that it hurt.
Such thoughts about himself led him to take on a number of considerations.
For instance, others would have to judge him as being mundane. He also realised that he could only be regarded as unexciting. In fact, he would have to be seen as boring by others. For that matter, he himself is quite sure that he has never been anything other than simply uninteresting. At the end of it all, he knew that he felt miserable about being a humdrum person.
All of this inevitably brought questions, such as, would anyone be able to avoid entertaining the thought that he was a dullard? Would people see him to be anything more than dreary? Would lacklustre be an appropriate label for him?
All of this was contentious issue for him right up to the time that he realised he was unique!
