To be or not to be Average...that is the question

A girlfriend, who shall remain nameless, walked into the boutique today and says to me:

"I was at the gym today, Jen, and I came to the realization that I'm just average. Average height, average weight, I drive an average car. There's nothing spectacular about me. I'm just average." 

After I stopped laughing, because only this particular person would be on a bike, at the gym, worrying about being average, I told her that she wasn't average...she was just regular, old, middle class American with an American made car, a little house, a dog, and a husband. Doesn't get any more apple pie than that.

She wasn't satisfied with that answer...I'm sure it made her seem even more average, so of course this conversation continued on for a good 5 minutes more and right before we ended it, she says,

"You know...it would be different if I was stupid, then I wouldn't be aware that I was only average."

I'm hoping she doesn't think that being stupid is preferable to being average....