The only problem is, I can't, like, move things with my mind or shoot energy blasts or drink fifteen Long Island Iced Teas and not get a hangover. No, I have one of the useless superpowers. I walk into a room and the rules of logic stop applying.
And of course, I can't control it. It could potentially be pretty cool to make the laws of logic stop applying at will and make them act to my advantage. Sort of like, "Here, The Cheat! Have a trophy!" Only I think I'd hold out for money and adulation. But no. Instead, weird shit happens. Like, I could totally write a novel about my life and publishers would say "this is way too far-fetched." All I'm missing are the aliens. And a shrubbery.
Anyway, this is why you'll frequently hear me roll my eyes and mutter "There is no logic in Kelly-world."