"No, but that's funny, J"

I need to be good at things. I don't desire to master all there is to master nor do I desire flaunt such mastery should it occur incidentally. But I just need to have a basic, core level of skill at things which would require it. I don't need to pen a heartbreaking trilogy of novels but I need to make her smile at something I wrote down. I don't need to be able to benchpress an SUV but I need to look presentable in summer clothes. I don't need to be able to Mad Max my way across the country but I want to find a highway in a single try. Something's gone wrong. And in this moment I am filled with the only sense of disappointment I am entitled to, the disappoint of self. I had a very detailed dream about Mary-Louise Parker last night.