Talent

I have no special talent. I am not fishing for compliments. I am simply stating a fact.  There is not a thing in this world at which I excel. I can do many things in a mediocre way. But there isn’t one thing, not one activity, that stirs my soul. Ok – I really enjoy FaceBook. Nothing delights me more than those little red notification numbers. In January 2010, two of my friends from high school asked me to set up a page on Facebook. "It's such a great way to keep in touch!" they claimed. I totally did not get it. I did not want to be on Facebook. Why couldn't they just email me? We could all be copied on the distribution list. But to humor them, I created a "wall". I don't farm in Farmville, I have never knocked anyone off in Mafia Wars. Frankly, I never even explored these options. Not judging! Just not interested. But this Facebook thing? I love it!  Where else could 46 comments be generated regarding whether women over 30 should wear capri pants? Delightful!

I now have "friends" I have never met. I check in at least 20 times a day to see if they posted clever, witty banter for me to enjoy. I actually met one of my "sisters from another mother". We realized via Facebook that were going to be in Chicago at the same time. We met for drinks, it turned into dinner and we will probably be vacationing together in the future. The people I see during my daily day actually inquire about my virtual friends. 

But I digress, so easy to do when discussing Facebook.

 “Talent” – a natural ability to do something well.  Perhaps “Passion” – a keen interest in a particular subject or ability - is a better word. Or some combination of the two.  Whatever it is, I want it. I crave it. I am attracted to people who have it. Whether it is art, religion, athletics. Anything. I want to feel it. I want to wake up in the morning and look forward to doing it. Right now, I wake up in the morning and the only thing that gets me out of bed is the thought of breakfast and an overwhelming need to pee. Or maybe to check my Facebook page.

Several people have suggested I start this blog. Apparently, they enjoy my commentary on the mundane crap in my life. I guess what makes it work is that I see humor in almost every thing. My remarks may be twisted and sarcastic, but usually they are funny. Usually. Although, this one time I really pissed someone off because I was not respectful enough about Charles Lindbergh’s plane, The Spirit of St. Louis. To be honest, I did not even realize that was what the picture was.

So this is the task I have set before myself. Find my talent, my passion. Or accept the fact that I am just born to be bored. Or maybe discover that happiness, comes in little bursts.

There is one thing that really pisses me off. The two friends who insisted I join Facebook? NEVER post.