Special

I tried to explain to a friend of mine yesterday about how special I believe I am.

She kept missing my point.

"But I am not special" she kept insisting.

That's the very thing I'm trying to tell her, everyone is special except for me- that's what makes me "special". It doesn't always mean good. Sometimes it's just that I'm the only one who doesn't have an excuse.... I'm the only one who just can't get it together. I'm the one to whom grace doesn't apply.

Why can we make even special a bad thing?