Just Thinking

You know, sometimes I just feel useless. I mean, my dad can build a house with his bare hands (and a nail gun, I suppose). My mom can kill pretty much anything that moves, haul it home, clean it, and cook it for dinner. My sister plays the piano, helps kids every day, and still finds time for her two at home. Me? I can't do any of that stuff. When the toilet in the house runs too long, I need to either consult a book or call my father to figure out what's wrong. My version of making my own food is driving to Wendy's. And I'm terrified that, if I try raising kids, they'll turn out to be total nutjobs. What do I do? I create stuff that doesn't really exist. What I create essentially boils down to a way to send electrical impulses through a box. Turn the power off and all that I've created vanishes.

Sometimes, I feel useless.