So there are a lot of things I'm good at. I am pretty much an expert at recognizing an individual with Asperger Syndrome - in fact I find I have a really special connection with any person exhibiting significant difficulties in social interaction. It's a gift really.
I'm also getting really great at killing plants. I can see at least 2 dead or dying plants from my seat on the couch right this minute. And I know for a fact that there is a balcony full of plant skeletons and herbal remains just out of my line of sight.
I can ignore a mess for weeks or even months to the point where it ceases to be mess and becomes part of the decor.
I have a knack for purchasing items I will never use.
Need somebody to bring up the rear or come in dead last? I'm your man. Woman.
But every mediocrity needs to be good at something. Otherwise we would just be terribles. And what I'm really good at is making things with my hands. Design, not so much. But I can follow a pattern like nobody's business and I think that's really something to be proud of. I mean, there are plenty of people who can write music, but boy, to be able to read music? I think that shows real musicianship. And original artwork be damned - I'd like to see Picasso copy something.
So anyways, here I am with my talents trying to make something of myself - crocheting booties and beanies and warming hunks of Fimo under my bottom (because it makes it more pliable!). Not to mention an Etsy page with 1 sale in 2010 and a sad, sad Facebook page with a whopping 27 "likes".
So . . . Can I trade the dead plant thing for marketing whiz?