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.
I’m good at knowing exactly how much e-books should cost, despite never having worked in nor studied book publishing.
I’m good at casting the movie version of whatever book I’m reading.
I am good at signing my name on iPads and other register touchscreens.
I am good at balancing random objects on my left forearm.
I’m good at giving hope and love to my fellow cancer patients.
I’m good at picturing myself in outfits.
I’m good at bullying doctors into giving me the prescription I want.