My life is about as average as it gets.
I’m a white guy from Oregon, with a beard, who’s old enough to remember the Jail Blazers era, and writes for a sports blog as a hobby.
I ride my bike to work every day (“It’s a great way to stay in shape!”), unless it’s cold and/or rainy and then I hop into my Prius (“It’s not flashy, but you can’t beat 50 MPG!”). Either way, I’ll be listening to NPR during the commute.
Once at work I stare semi-mindlessly at a computer screen, until Nancy from accounting announces there’s some leftover cake in the break room.