Pointless banality

I can hear high frequency and low frequency noises that 45-year-old men aren’t supposed to be able to hear.

I turn lightswitches on and off with my toes now and then.

I can see in the dark like a cat.

But I have no musical ability whatsoever. My wife calls me “Johnny One Note”. Anyone who had the unfortunate luck to be in marching band with me knows I was the worst saxophone player in the world. When I sing, people around me put their hands over their ears. Just horrible.

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