Then sometimes I get into a hope spiral where I think about the fact that there are infinite possible universes. Sure, in this universe I suck at both bass and lockpicking, but there are thousands of other things I’ve yet to try. Surely I’m a natural at something, I just need to figure out what. Is it ant farming? Skateboarding? Some third thing that I can’t think of? Who knows! Can’t know if I hate crochet until I try it, right?
And I’m still better at every random hobby I get into than most of the people I know. I may be a Lichess 700, but that ELO is 700 points higher than anyone I know. My personal best time solving a Rubik’s Cube is a 1:30, but most people’s PBs are DNF. I’ve no doubt that anyone pointing a telescope at the sky would see things clearer than me, but who’s the motherfucker that took his dinky little 4.5" dob out in a Bortle class 7 neighborhood and clocked a 4.5 magnitude comet at 1:30 am on a cold January morning, during a near full moon? I may suck at everything, but at least I suck at every thing.