When I was growing up, blessed with a slightly odd-shaped nose and a shy, retiring demeanour, I was open to the whims and piss-taking of the school bullies. Their opinion of me seemed to fluctuate almost daily - sometimes they wanted me to be their mate, other times they'd incessantly rip the piss out of me. I was never threatened with violence or anything - it was more just the usual schoolboy pack mentality of picking on someone who was a tiny bit different.
It did, however, result in me dreaming (and, if I'm honest, even praying) that I could simply be average - nothing for anyone to take any notice off, just blend into the background, be just like everybody else. Of course, with age comes an appreciation of individuality and I think I'm pretty comfortable with myself these days, but back then I just wanted to be bog-standard and unremarkable.
And - thanks to a handy link that Craig posted - I can now say that, in one small corner of the internet at least, I am.
Yes, the average age of a Twitter user is 31. Go me. I am at the peak of my 140-character opinion-spreading powers. Lucky I've only got 3 followers then, isn't it?
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