Sometimes things make me cry. This may seem like a perfectly natural statement for a woman to make. But the thing is, completely unnatural things make me cry. Things that no person ever cries at. Things that most people think are ridiculous, or at least, incidental. Things like well written blog posts. And in movies when the little guy succeeds and everyone bows to him (i.e. Return of the King, Mulan, Centerstage). The reason I am swallowing my shame and admitting these things is that a. only three people I know of will see this post, and b. I have discovered something that connects these two seemingly disconnected ideas: the fact that I want to be special. Now, I am aware that as an individual on this planet I am politically correctly considered unique. I know that there are wonderful people in my life who consider me very special indeed. What I am getting at, completely without self-deprecation, is that I am largely talentless. When people get up and start performing "weird tal...
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