Unique? Sure. Or, at least my DNA is.
Different? Depressingly so. After all, I am a 35 year old, never been married single woman who only found out she has ADD about a year ago.
Special? Not in a long, long time.
[sub]But I’m not bitter. Oh, no, never that![/sub]
Me too! I always thought and was told that I was weird until I found out about being highly sensitive. Now I value my quirkiness and while I don’t think I’m special in a “I deserve special treatment” way, I do believe that I’m unique and awesome.
Perhaps I’ve just been watching too much of a certain show, but from where I’m sitting all signs point towards Giles being a Watcher.
Anyway. I still feel special, but then I’m only twenty-two. I’ve always thought I was a bit freaky one way or another, and I come from a family with some special people in it, so I guess I have the genetics for specialness. Not exactly sure what that means, but hey. Ultimately, I’m quite certain I’m special in some way - whether it’s in a good way and put to good use remains to be seen, but at the very least I’m especially something. Even if it’s just especially pale or especially antisocial (I’m definitely those things).
I’m extremely jealous. I’m a writer, too. And at 32, while I feel like I have some talent (mostly just because a lot of people can’t string two sentences together), I still feel dumber the more I research and write. My only saving grace is my family and friends.
I grew up absolutely convinced that I would someday win the Nobel prize in…well…something. I’m 30 and I’m still adjusting to the fact that I’ll almost certainly never have “Dr.” before my name. In fact, I may never finish a Master’s degree. (My mother is an M.D. and my father is a Ph.D. They never put any pressure on me whatsoever, but I grew up thinking that getting a doctorate was just what people did when they became adults.)
The thing is, I still feel “special” in that I could have done something great. Not becoming President, probably, or an astronaut, but at least a successful scientist or physician or writer. Only I didn’t; in fact, I just now for the first time have a real job. I’m smarter than almost anyone I meet, but I lack a lot of the skills and characteristics that more successful people usually have, and I didn’t make the right decisions. So I have a constant sense that my specialness is wasted and squandered.
Yes, I do. Yes, I am. There are many things about me that are extraordinary common, but a few that are quite rare. I am definitely outside the norm, but in a good way.
I’m gonna guess vampire hunter.
As to myself, of course I’m special. You all remember the giant mechanical spider attack yesterday! Haha! That was merely stage one of my… What’s that? Oh…
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… My lieutenant has just informed me that my mechanical spider batteries were defective, and the horrific death-machines never made it out of the hangar. I suddenly find myself feeling… less special. But just you wait until I finish growing my genetically engineered demon wolves. They will spread terror and carnage! In their wake my legions of Dark Knights will march forth in my name, proclaiming with fire and doom that I Regallag the Axe shall henceforth be known as Regallag Imperator, Ruler of all humanity! Mwah haha! MWAH HA HA HA HA!!!
However, should I fail to become the unquestionable lord of all creation, I know that I am, in some greater or lesser way, special. I mean, show me one other post like mine in this thread.
As a kid I often wondered to myself if people were watching me because I was so special, even when I was alone. I always came to the conclusion that I simply wasn’t that unique. Lest anyone fear that I was overly confident as a child, I spent an equal amount of time thinking I was retarded, and that everyone was humoring me, which I also discarded because… I’m not that special for every person I come in contact to treat different.
While I never think that I’m so insanely special that people are watching me anymore, I do occasionally still think that the whole human race is humoring the retarded redhead. I do realize there are enough jerks in this world that would be happy to tell me so, though, so I don’t really worry about it.
But yeah, I thought I was going to be a doctor when I was a kid, and while I know now that I’m not interested in that, I sometimes wonder if I’m going to leave a mark on the world. I haven’t discounted it yet, but I do recognize it as statistically unlikely.
You’re one of Kofi Annan’s super-codgers?
I did this too! It used to really bother me.
Teaching makes me special, or at least special to some kids. I have very little power in this world, but scads and scads of influence. I like my life.
I may be super but I’m not a codger!
Now I feel special, by association with all you special people. 
Ahem, those are Nelson Mandela’s super codgers anyway!
I do and have always thought I was special. Now I am old enough to know I am ordinary.
I still feel like I should be writing books, painting great works, having a PhD researching astro-physics, inventing the next great thing and teaching the children about the wonders of the universe.
I haven’t done any of those things and sometimes it gets to me and I feel blue for a while. 
Damnit why can’t I be immortal? Maybe then I could accomplish the dreams of my childhood. Stupid reality.
Dude, as a kid, I was a total princess - and frankly, I still am. But I never had any concrete ambitions, and although other people had expectations of me, they were never very specific; just that I’d one day do “great things”.
And since I’m still a princess, hell, I think I DO do “great things”. I’m nice to people. I make them giggle sometimes. One of my friends once told me that I had an incredible gift for making people feel loved. Another called me “The Venerable Generator of Happiness.” Loved that!
But my favorite “special” designation came from my friend John, who described me on his Friendster list as “intolerant of those who resist her obvious divinity.”
How “special” can you get? 
At any rate, even though I have not written a novel or won a Nobel prize (and likely never will), I think I lead a pretty charmed life, because dammit, people like me. 
When I was younger, I thought I was special. But in a good way.
Now I still think of myself as special. But in a bad way.
Every time my daughter runs across the room to hug me when I come in from work. Of course, should my parents or my sister come in at the same time, she’ll make a bee line for them, but I forgive her
Actually, for Giles, I was guessing Watcher… or an Immortal via ritual child sacrifice.
For you- Dr. Loveless?
My answer- I felt that I would have accomplished more than I have. To use Judaic terrminology, in my college days, 20+ years ago, I wanted to be a tzaddik. Now, I’m just happy when I accomplish being a mensch.
Do I feel special? Sure. I’m Time Magazine’s Person of the Year.
I feel special and feel that I am capable of great things, but I just have to keep my day-to-day life from interfering. And even though I feel special, I try to keep others from realizing that, I stay humble. Except on anonymous message boards of course.