Not everyone is born with special gifts. Heck, some who are don't even know or worse fail regardless. I'll make it brief, this blog is about us, the forgettables. We have no superhuman strength, dexterity, or intelligence; and no refined taste in art, music, or cuisine. I'm just like you and I'm sick of it too. I want a special gift and if I couldn't be born with one, I'll darn well make sure to die with one.

This is the inception of my special gift. No worries, I like to share.
I won't discuss the disappointments of college and stress over the future in a bitter economy. That was another blog I wrote once many years ago. I was probably 15 then and an avid listener of Nirvana.
I won't discuss my efforts to find the one man in the world untarnished by mass media that has me feeling more lonely.

This will not be about perfections or imperfections. It will be about doing something we can all do. I don't live in a movie and most of you don't either. We can't all just up and go on a jungle excursion.

So to the apathetic, sympathetic, and pathetic stay in your couch and read on. This is an adventure that fits your schedule.