I have no claim to fame nor do I wish to be famous for anything. I have no natural talents or marketable skills. I do a lot of things and am generally successful, but alas, I am just me.
Don't get me wrong, I am a perfectionist and everything I do must be done well, or I'm not satisfied. The curse of that, however, manifests itself in that I shun credit for anything because I know every flaw and mistake. But, in certain instances, when I am pleased, everyone else is blown away by whatever it is.
Will I ever be satisfied? Probably not. Am I happy? For the most part. Will I ever have a claim to fame? Nah. C'est la vie.
(Sorry, I was having one of those introspective what-could-have-been moments. Didn't mean to be such a downer. Take your vitamins. Stay in school.)