I am good at wanting things I can’t afford.
I’m good at revising Amazon reviews when my opinion changes.
I am good at creating awkward silences
I’m good at typing on a keyboard really hard so people near me feel inadequate.
I’m good at suggesting cemetery picnics.
I’m good at saying “What?” in a high-pitched voice.
I’m good at warning fellow diners when a dish “has a little bit of a kick”.
I’m good at inadvertently taking the only position in the room where soon enough the sun will be in my eyes.
I am good at thinking about homework, but not doing homework.
I’m good at overusing the word “hizzy”.
I am good at playing that song I like a million times in a row.
I am good at knowing if a stray hair on a plate came from my own head.
I am good at singing incorrect lyrics that still rhyme and make sense.
I’m good at whiling days away.