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All this weekend I have been feeling inadequate. It's kinda weird, because I used to be the best. That sounds bad, but back at junior school, I was known for having more knowledge than the other kids. I was known for being the best at Maths, and knowing how fractional distillation happened in an oil refinery. How an electric motor worked. Then I got lazy. Because I knew everything, I stopped learning any more, and got complascent. *I know I can't spell some words for shit*. People still asked me the questions, and I still answered them all, but I missed important bits on the way.

Anyway, all this weekend Mike was drawing. I was trying to make my webpage, but he was saying that what I'd done wasn't good enough. Now, that's nothing on Mike. I was asking for his opinion, and unfortunately, I don't have the talent that he does, so it was completeley welcome, but it was frustrating me that whatever he liked, I didn't. I coulnd' satisfy the basic rules of eye-pleasing. I'm not an artistic person. Due to giving up on my geetar, I'm no longer as musical as I should be. I'm not able to make sites that attract visitors. I'm not a singer. I can't wite poems that will change the world. I'm not the best mathematician.

Then it hit me, the one thing in the world that I am the best at, the one thing that is me, is that I am the best at being me. I am a caring person, and I may only have known you for a short while, but I'll do anything I can to sort out a problem. I like being me most the time, I just wish that the rest of humankind would give me the chance for them to love me.. *sigh*