If You’re an Average American, You Peed 4 to 7 Times Today
It’s the middle of the road, the run of the mill, the C plus that meets expectations. It’s straddling the fence, it’s conventional, ordinary, unexceptional. It’s a plain jane white bread size eight, it’s a nice guy in Dockers. It’s a good-enough, nothing-to-write-home-about, garden-variety experience. It’s average, and in a world of unicorns and supercars you might be tempted to think that average is boring.
How wrong you would be! It’s also the sweet spot, the bull’s eye, the nail on the head. It’s the Goldilocks zone hospitable to habitable planets (like ours), it’s the Heinz 57 mutt who was the smartest, loyalest dog you’ve ever known. It’s the omphalos, the axis, the heart of the matter. It’s the thing that unites you and me and everyone on this planet—that we’re all slip-sliding around somewhere on the bell curve of looks, smarts, and riches. We all blink roughly the same number of times in a day, we sleep, we poop, we dream; and we’re all circling around the average, maybe in its inner orbit, maybe way out in the Kuiper belt of standard deviation. But we all have a relationship to it—and to each other.
So let’s take a moment to embrace the average human and the average human day.
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