But...sometimes I'm pretty fuckin funny. I'm a great Dad. I'm pretty good at the guitar, and okay at singing. I'm good at cooking and cleaning up after myself. I'm hard working and ambitious. I'm a horrible liar. I think it's cool to help whenever I can. And, I'm pretty fuckin good at...you know...other stuff.
Do you ever think you're going to develop super powers and try to close a door or move something with your mind? Even though you know that's not possible...you know because you just tried last week and it didn't work, but maybe you ate something that allows you to move shit with your mind. And, what if it works? Did that just happen? Do you really have super powers? Or, did it just move because of something else? A draft? A ghost? So you tell yourself just do it again......No! Fuck that! You just moved shit with your mind...you don't have to prove anything.