Ever realize your legs aren't working because you tried to stand up?
(Pro tip: falling hurts.)
I'm one of those people with myriad freak allergies that seriously lead to things like muscle malfunction. Like, those popular non-latex gloves made of nitrile rubber? They make my skin die and peel off. I had a CT scan once, and the dye made me lose tactile sensation for about 30 minutes. The nurses were more freaked out than I was. (In hindsight, my nonchalant reaction to it probably freaked them out most.)
In any event, I'm allergic to all sorts of things. Medicines, foods, cleaners, grasses, trees, shrubs, flowers, cacti…
This isn't some kind of "poor me!" spiel. It's an explanation of why I have a number of computer-based skills, because what do you do when you have Internet access and have to wait awhile before your legs will let you get up again? Learn something new!
I can write, edit and format multiple forms of content, and I can design and develop a number of websites (and document templates), and do stuff like write macros for fun.
The breadth of what I learn means I notice stuff like, "Hey, if this thing over here is done like this then that'll make less work on all these other steps later…" That focus on the "big picture" of overall coherence means that my methods don't always follow common methods, but when I deviate from that norm, I have a reason. That reason won't suit all projects, but it'll suit what I tend to work on.
Some people focus in 100% inexpensive development (sacrificing uniqueness and/or efficiency) or 100% artisan appearance (sacrificing ease of use and often efficiency). I have a hybridized approach that seeks convenience of usage. I don't just take what folks say they want and run with it. I ask questions to track down why, specifically, you want it, to make sure that you're getting things because you truly do want them and not because you think it's what you need or need to make do with.
If you want someone normal, there are myriad folks who can fill that need for you. I don't live in that box, and I sure don't care to work there.
What about you?