"Star, you have a great personality - you and John hit it off right away. You can read people and empathize with them, you know how to reach out to em, like me right now," I blurt out, letting my thoughts flow freely now with the dam cracked open. "You can cook, you can read - you're far smarter than I assumed ponies could be. Outside of eight hours or so in a day where I can tear apart cars, reel off automotive knowledge, or even mow through a book - what am I? Not to be punny, but I'm sort of a one-trick pony. And I'm terrible with other ponies or people, whether it be helping them out with their own problems or even putting what I'm thinking into words that make sense and aren't just featherless darts liable to hurt someone. I guess in the back of my mind, I always knew where I faltered - but today, beside you, witnessing how you are - I realize how far off I really am. How lost and maladjusted I am."