Just a Rant

Sometimes it feels like the world only knows how to admire extremes. You’re either the genius everyone looks up to or the kind of pretty that makes people stop and stare. And when you’re neither, it can feel like you’re standing in the middle of the room, invisible but still aware of yourself. Not dumb, not brilliant. Not ugly, not beautiful. Just there.

I try not to let it bother me, but some days it does. It’s hard watching people get praised for things that come naturally to them while you have to work quietly in the background. Effort doesn’t shine the same way talent does, and being average doesn’t make a good first impression. It makes me feel like I have to prove my worth over and over again.

What confuses me the most is love. I don’t really understand why my partner likes me. I look at myself and all I see is plain—nothing special, nothing impressive. I catch myself wondering what they see that I don’t, or if one day they’ll realize there’s nothing extraordinary here. It’s strange being cared for when you don’t feel like there’s much to admire.