Growing up, my mom and dad would tell me how special I was. How I was one in a million. Fact of the matter is, there is not one speck of truth in that. Just take a quick search online and read the “about me” section on some personal blogs. I am a dime a dozen. The blogging community is filled with gamer mothers just like me, who love horror movies too much and have a soft spot for most things Japanese. I am not unique, far from it. I am just like everyone else. And that makes me sad. Don’t get me wrong. I never really thought that I was one in a million or that I could not be replaced. But there is some happiness, some feeling of giddy pride to be thought of as irreplaceable. And when you finally come to the realization that your parents completely lied about that, that I could be easily replaced by the many that are just like me. Well, it kinda sucks.