Humility is a difficult thing. It is not, I don’t think, in most people’s human nature to think that they are not, in some area, the experts. Women think they can outdo men. Men think they can outdo women and other men too. They have something to say that the world has not already said, or a thought to think that hasn’t already been thought, or a plan to implement that hasn’t already been tried. Or, at least, that’s what they would have us believe.
Saying this means that I, too, lack humility. I do, and I repent of that. Perhaps, postmodernly, it is in seeing these conversations that I realize that which I find so annoying in myself. So, I am resolving not to think or be unique, because I’m not. I haven’t said something someone else hasn’t already said. I don’t have a perspective that somebody else doesn’t already have. I don’t have ideas that somebody else hasn’t already had.
It’s nothing to cry about in a corner. It’s nothing to be shocked at. In fact, it just might be very freeing to realize once and for all that I’m just me: typical, average, and common. I’m not unique. And that’s quite all right with me.