I’m good at always having a band-aid on a finger for some stupid reason.
I’m good at taking it really personally when the cashier checks to see if my $20 bill is counterfeit.
I am good at complaining about little kids having too many graduation ceremonies.
I’m good at psyching people out by starting an iMessage so they see the dots that show I’m writing something, and then not sending anything.
I’m good at missing the rainbow.
I’m good at forcing myself to watch TV to ensure I’m getting a good return on my cable bill investment.
I’m good at predicting things after they’ve happened.
I’m good at layering nachos.
I’m good at singing Itsy Bitsy Spider when I think nobody’s there.
I’m good at letting people know that I know someone else with their name. (“You’re Steve? I went to college with a Steve.”)
I’m good at getting really upset about website redesigns.
I’m good at sitting with my butt half-off the chair.
I’m good at changing depressing song lyrics to make them more uplifting.
I am good at sparing the lives of spiders I find in my house.