Granted, your skill is detecting others’ disappointment in you.

Granted you’re amazing at one thing but terrible at everything else. You can no longer take care of yourself and require full time care.

Granted. That skill is murder, and you have done quite a bit of it to get so talented. As you start to take in your newfound instincts, you see the blue lights flashing in your window. They know who you are.

Your skill is coming up with wishes that would have improved your life the most. Every moment is filled with regret as you become ever more deeply aware that you wished wrong.