I Am the Spork

this is more of a self-analysis than a pity party. bear with me.

a spork is meant to be both a spoon and a fork. it is commonly found in cheap school districts' cafeterias in order to save a few bucks on plasticware. it is two in one, a little of everything, and the best of both worlds. or is it? one who has ever been forced to eat their every course with a spork realizes that this utensil is both a crappy spoon and an even more crappy fork. therefore, the spork, though intriguing for some time to the eyes, loses its charm once actually needed and used.

i am a spork in almost every aspect of my life. i am good at english and math simultaneously. i play both the piano and the guitar, i sing alto and soprano, i love the arts and the sciences, i am an introvert and an extrovert, i am shy and outgoing, a follower and a leader, independent and dependent. in fact, i am neither left-brained or right-brained; i took a medical test showing that i think exactly down the middle of my brain, walking the fences between both hemispheres.

this list, in its simple words and connotations, may portray me as well-rounded or "balanced." but the Achilles' heel of that seemingly positive paragraph is the fact that none of these traits can i do/be exceptionally well in. i'm good at everything but never the best in anything, smart but never brilliant, gifted but never a prodigy.

granted, most everyone has to be average for there to even exist the "brilliant" or the "prodigy." but most seem to have obvious weaknesses and major downfalls in certain areas of their lives, leaving clear indicators of their strengths and their potential in other areas. their natural abilities are concentrated, making progress both noticeable and consistent. my natural abilities seem to be almost evenly distributed, with hardly any progress possible past talent.

maybe God meant to create me with no bias, no leaning, and no tendency whatsoever. maybe such a "flat" life resume is meant to somehow help the waverer find solid ground and the realist find hope.

maybe my lack of exceptionality is meant to lead others to become exceptional.

or maybe i am simply just a plain and plastic spork. at least i can still be used somehow.