Things touched cannot be untouched

Everyone can see what I'm doing. Maybe now is not the time to scratch what wants to be scratched nor pick what needs to be picked. This may be the perfect time to scratch and pick, which will demostrate my indifference and/or that I'm oblivious to my observers. If I'm going to scratch and pick and adjust and engage in other Me-time activities, I'd best undertake each task with a little extra flair, if only because it'd be a shame to waste this opportunity to submit my entry for World's Greatest Ball-Shifter, of which my observers are likely to be expert judges. I know that I was born to this world to be very, very good at something, and so far, it sure ain't algebra. From here, Greatness is simply a garden stroll away.