Oh the Cleverness of Me

The blogging world is going to be getting a little Elyse overdose for the next few weeks until I leave. When I don't have homework breathing down my neck, I begin to search for other creative outlets. Poor blogging world. Anyways, I think I'm starting to get a big head...ok let's be honest my ego has never really suffered all that much. I'm relatively functional at most things in life which obviously gives me license to think highly of myself. And whenever I encounter something I'm not at least passively acceptable at, I take to it until I improve just enough so as not to embarrass myself. So in the end I'm not really GOOD at anything, just adequate. Despite this, I have always taken pride in my knack for the English language. Because I am an English major, I claim some sort of superiority in being able to manipulate words. But alas, I am here to finally admit that this so called superiority is false. Lately, as I have read through old things I've written and pondered over all those stupid moments where it would have been more socially acceptable to insert my foot in my mouth rather than open it, I feel the need to proclaim to the world that I am not clever...especially with words. I am not extraordinary. I am not special. In fact, I am the epitome of mediocrity. It's like those times when you think you're having a really great day and then you pass by your reflection in the bathroom and think "Oh my gosh...is that what I really look like?!?!". Yeah, not such a pretty sight. But sometimes you need a slap in face to wake up. To remind you that you still have to comb your hair in the morning and brush your teeth, just like everyone else. So here's to "brushing my teeth" and coming to terms with the fact that I am not clever. I am just me. And that is okay.