frankmask

I'm good at all sorts of things that don't matter. I can fight and cook and make love and fabricate all sorts of useful things. I can sew and speak in public and read very quickly and I have an incredibly extensive vocabulary. I'm reliable and trusthworthy and creative and expressive, attractive and versatile and strong, brave and capable and competent. But none of it seems to matter, ever and at all. I'm the only person who seems to value my better qualities, or even see them.

This is a very lonely world.