*originally posted on
Nights of Passion*
Inspired by the brave woman who wrote
this
article a few weeks ago (Why Women Hate Me for Being Beautiful), I’ve
decided to come out of the closet and speak out about my own suffering.
So here it is. Why it’s so hard to be talented.
When I was six years old and first used my talent, my grandmother
told me, “you’re so talented.” Ever since then, people have gone out of
their way to do things for me. Waiters are always bringing me
complimentary water at restaurants. People return things to me I have
dropped or say “excuse me” when bumping into me. You might be thinking
that’s a wonderful surprise. But it’s not. Not for me. It’s not a
surprise, I mean. It’s wonderful, sort of, but the wonder isn’t because
of the surprise because it’s not a surprise at all. Let me clear that
up. Yes, wonderful. No, surprise.
Anyway, I don’t even bother to ask why they do these enormous favors
for a stranger – a woman they don’t know, which is what a stranger is. I
already know why. It’s because of my talent.
You may be judging me as you’re reading
this, making your own determination about my talent. But I’m not
arrogant or superior – I’m just better than you.
But as great as I am, I’ve also lost many friends because of it.
They’re jealous because, while their talent has gotten old and flabby,
mine has stayed young and taut.
Doors have been slammed in my face. Literally. Usually by mothers of
small children. They whisper “delusional” behind my back. The mothers,
not the children. The children say silly, nonsensical things like “get a
life loser” and “I hope you drown in a pool of your own vomit.” Poor
kids. They’ll never be as talented as me.
I asked a lady on the bus if I committed some crime that made people
hate me. She said “they hate you because you’re a stuck-up bitch.” I
smiled and nodded cause she’s just a lady on the bus and doesn’t know
what she’s talking about. Then when she turned around, I spit in her
coffee.
I don’t work or else I’d have more examples of how hard it is to be talented.
Men never ask me on dates because they think “how can I ever keep up
with her talent?” They even go out of their way to ignore me so their
wives and girlfriends don’t get jealous.
I was following my best friend around the mall one day and she
started giving me dirty looks. Later, I realized her talent had been one
of those that got droopy parts and those little creases around the eyes
everybody calls laugh lines because they don’t want to come right out
and say wrinkles. Before that, she would barely tolerate me, now she was
downright rude. Do you see what I mean? Do I have to water down my
talent to be like everyone else? Is that what it will take to have
friends?
One time I was at a wedding and someone noticed my talent and, in a
fit of jealousy, said, “who are you? You weren’t invited to this
wedding.” I burst into tears and ran into the bridal suite where some
men in blue uniforms came to console me. They were even kind enough to
escort me off the property. Another example of strangers treating me
better because of my talent.
I’m probably one of the only people who’s looking forward to the
decline of my sanity. Then maybe people will stop judging me on my
talent and look at who I am instead. Which is, and will always be,
better than you.
