Yep, you’ve guessed it. Another over-dramatic twenty- something struggling to come to terms with their reality and trying to make sense of it through a collection of passive aggressive observations and anecdotes, which have somehow been threaded together to become Kind Regards (Life of the Extraordinary Ordinary).
I’ve found myself living a life where I am striving to be a somebody, the star of my own show, only to realise that the only thing extraordinary about me is how ordinary I am. But is that so bad?
Moving to London hammered home how insignificant I was. There I was, in the centre of the world, one of its best cities, if not the best city; and all I could feel was how unimportant my life was. Perhaps she was right all along, maybe I am “really nothing special.”
I’m not here to tell an awesome story, or offer visionary ideas. I’m here for the mundane and the same-old of life itself. Whether it’s hyper-analysing the battle against a morning alarm; weighing up living alone, with friends, or with a lover; or first time tales like ‘my first colonoscopy’ or ‘my first pube’, it’s covered in this book. If you’re looking for inspiration, try reading Harry Potter instead. I mean it. For this is absolutely not the book you want; though it may just be the book you need.
So here is the ultimate anti-vanity project (it’s not all doom and gloom, I promise, but I’ll let you find that out for yourself).
Welcome to my world, I hope you enjoy it more than I do.