I may not have a best seller in me, but I have at least one great work of literature. 
Yes, I think I am special, but I’ve had to reevaluate precisely how special from time to time.
You are an emperor?
I’m 27, and I feel like I’m special… but I’m a writer, so that probably has a lot to do with my inflated sense of worth.
My guess was one of the Super Friends.
I never felt overall special as a kid–I was pretty average (edging toward homely) in looks, less competent than average in sports and social things, and above-average in the stuff that gets you good grades. So overall, I felt that I averaged out to…average.
Now…Himself is really good for me and my ego. He says that what is special about me is the way I see the world and the people in it, both in the sense of my photography, and my attitude toward life and love. I choose to believe him.
Very close, both of you – but I refuse to divulge my secret identity here!
46 and still plan on great things. Actually, am pleased at where I have already placed myself.
Well… I don’t feel special in the sense that I think I am someday going to have some sort of dramatically unusual job as described in the OP, but I am still pretty convinced that I am a Unique and Beautiful Snowflake. More so than when I was a kid, really.
No. And more so less every day.
I’ll be 27 on Friday (gee, that’s a popular age around here…), and right now in life I’m in a trough rather than on a crest. I’m always in a trough when I’m starting a new phase of life–starting high school, starting college, and now starting a job. I sure do hope that I have another crest coming up… because otherwise… I guess it’s just one big depression from here on out.
“Crest” meaning that I feel like I’m on top of the world, brilliant, beautiful, charming.
No I feel retarded and useless but I still have the vain idea that I’m better than most people.
I am 44, & I don’t.
And the day I realized that teachers tell everybody that, was sad.
…in other words, he’s Robin.
If he had a good identity, he’d fess up.
I no longer feel special. I have come to terms with being ordinary. That does not mean that I have accepted being ordinary.
I do feel special. Specifically because we just had the baby this week, so there is a newness to everything, and I know that people have been having babies for a long time, but none were as great as mine. heh. Of course, that is IMHO.
I do feel special when I get ready for work or school, knowing I did so good so far and thinking how I have so much left to accomplish. Nothing too much, but maybe enough to graduate and get paid for being a worker…
Brendon Small
When I was, oh, maybe 9 years old, and I realized I was not going to grow up to be Red Skelton, that was it. My dad was there to remind me I’d never amount to anything. :rolleyes: I never had plans, and I never had an answer to “what do you want to be when you grow up?” Like the song says, I never had dreams, so they never came true.
The job I had for 34 years started out as something to do until I figured out what to do with the rest of my life. I’m retired now, and my shrink asked if I had something I wanted to do in retirement. I don’t. I once thought of moving to the gulf coast of Florida, but for a variety of reasons, that’s something that might have made sense twenty years ago.
I grew up thinking I was defective until I read about Highly Sensitive Persons. That made me realize that I’m just introverted and sensitive, which is normal and even desirable in many ways. When I started dating after my divorce I had to give a lot of thought about what I had to offer, since I live in Barbie-land, where everyone else is tan and thin and blonde. That’s when I began to believe I’m a little bit special, with intelligence and humor and warmth to offer, that the Barbies might not.
[morbid reflection] But last Christmas I got breast cancer, and even though I’ll probably be cured, my contact with so many really sick cancer patients during my treatment has made me feel more like a statistic – if dying is that common and that easy, then living doesn’t seem so special anymore. For all of our uniquenesses (wow, a one-word oxymoron!), we all die and the world still goes 'round without us. [/morbid reflection]
I don’t feel special as in different from or better than anyone else. I do think I live a somewhat charmed life though, and I do tend to reach the goals I set for myself. I think that has more to do with hard work, blind luck, and setting goals that aren’t so far out of my reach as to be impossible. I’ve overcome a lot, but people have overcome far worse and in far more outstanding ways.
I’m realistic. But I’m also having a lot of fun living life.
I have got to give my thanks to you Doc for opening this thread. There are a lot of jacked up people out here and I can only give thanks to the ones who, well, give hope to the rest of us. May the time we have left define us better than the time that came before. Peace be with you.
Count me as one that’s feeling more special as time goes on.