Good at things

I wish I could be good at things.

A lot of people I know are really good at things.

And there are lots of things they are good at.

Some are good. Some are really good.

I wish I could do something, even one of those things.

But I’m just not very good.

I would not even know how to begin.

I guess I could take a class or lessons.

It wouldn’t even have to be specific. It could be something like “Intro to Goodness Skills.” A survey class aimed at people who have not yet learned anything to be good at.

Some might say I am a good person, although I might not necessarily agree, or I would ask them if they could define their terms.

I guess we could all use some help. Even those who are the most good.

But then again, you could be the most good person on the planet, and still not be good at anything.

I realize that starting from ground zero will be a real challenge.

I’d have to be good at decision making in order to make a decision on what I should aim to be good at.

I guess this means if I were to take that Intro class, my final project would be an analysis of good decision makers, how they came to be good at that. If good decision making was something you inherit, genetically, or something you are trained for behaviorally.

But still that wouldn’t be enough. It would take much than a final project term paper in an Intro class to even begin to get good at something. Even if I got an A.

About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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