Puzzeled

It is true that everyone is good at something in particular and no one is good at everything. Ever since I was little I couldn’t put together a puzzle to save my life. My cousin whom I grew up with, however, possessed a certain mystical force that always allowed her to solve even the most difficult puzzles in no time at all. Our past time of putting puzzles “together” really consisted of me watching her work her Sherlockian magic. In high school my best friend was the same way and needless to say, it’s never been very much fun for me to figure out puzzles “together” with those around me. Over the years my extreme lack of confidence in puzzlery has left me timid and useless around pieces of such pictographs, and just as I thought that I would never play with puzzles for fun again, Chris IMed me to tell me that he got us a puzzle. No. Not just a puzzle, a 1000 pieces puzzle. I immediately felt this shiver of fear and inadequacy down my spine, and as I tried not to be entirely too pessimistic, I told him bluntly that I am retarded at such games. Thinking he’d be disappointed, I was filled with joy when the reply came, in big, bold, capital letters saying, “ME TOO! I SUCK BAD!” *cue heavenly music* gosh I felt, I felt like Shrek when he found out that princess Fiona was too, an ogre and they accepted and loved each other and lived happily ever after! Yep, I had that exact “Shrek” moment. Ah love….