Ig, but really now, sure I have a small bit of art skill, sure I can memorize crap that won't actually help in life. Sure I know a lot of shit about topics that no one else talks about. I'm socially solitary, that one kid in the corner trying to blend in with the scenery. I'm the whisper of the wind, the droned out voice of the crowd (Oh look I'm a poet! Like that'll ever help me in life)