Hah. So. I went to a friend's piano recital tonight, and listened to an hour of fantastically talented people play fantastically well.
And suddenly the fact that I crapped out and can only play one song after like eight years of lessons (on and off, but still)? Is horribly pitiful.
I have no talents. My great skill is having opinions about everything. So I chose to be a historian. There is no swelling music or glorious finishes in history. Unless it's National Treasure. But I don't think I'll ever use my conflict resolution/Biblical scholarship training to discover a treasure with Nicolas Cage. Unfortunately.
Gah. Hate the world.