You know what would be cool? Being able to grow claws at will. I can think of a surprising number of times where I could have used a good set of claws in my daily life.
So it turns out that everyone else's happiness never coincides with my own. There's always someone complaining about something, no matter how much I try to make everybody happy. Wearisome doesn't even begin to describe this. Is it like this for everyone, or is that just me?
Fun facts: As far as everybody can remember, I started reading story books on my own at 3-4 years old. But nobody ever remembers actually teaching me to read.