Smart enough to know how stupid I am.
Do you ever feel like your existence is a curse like just being alive was some sort of weird “Good Place” experiment waiting for the tuxedo-dressed devil himself to pop out and say let's run it again what a great torture session?
That is currently and even more tragically been my life. Cursed by the knowledge to know how great I am at so many things so great in essence to know how great I am not. I am a middle successor or someone who is great at a lot of things but never the best.