What if you're not good at anything? What if you can't do anything particularly well? Where does that leave you?
Actually, where does that leave me?
There's absolutely nothing special about me. I'm not good at anything, and I'm terrible at plenty of things. I have no real talents. I'm not pretty, but I'm not a horrendous monster either, I'm plain. Everything about me is
Plain.
Boring.
Average.
But, I guess I'm okay with that. I may be the least interesting being on the planet, but at least I have some pretty interesting people to keep me company and mask the odor of average that emanates off of my body.