That’s strange to me, because crochet makes perfect sense (to me) - it’s just a series of increasingly complex slip knots.
I’ve never been able to do knitting though.
Placing things in the past. Once something has happened any length of time ago I couldn’t tell you whether it happened last month, last year or ten years ago.
Also, judging by the above, I will also submit “forming a coherent sentence”.
This is 100% me, too. Literally just this morning I couldn’t remember what day a particular meeting took place. It was yesterday. About 20 hours ago. The days/weeks/months/years have just all run together. I have no idea if something took place 6 months ago or 6 years ago.
I also suck at singing, which is unfortunate for those around me at home because I enjoy doing it.
I can sing and I can play some basic tunes on stringed instruments, I have the muscle coordination for both, but musical notes/notation make no sense to me. In order to sing/play something I have to hear it and sing/play along over and over until it is muscle memory. When playing the simple stuff I can do, if I get lost or mess up I have to start all over - I have no ability to pick it up where I left off. It’s like when someone asks for the last 4 digits of my SSN. I have to mentally go through the whole thing in order to voice the last 4.
And art, of any kind. Can’t do it, it might as well be alchemy.
Come to think of it, neither can I. Never could whistle the “normal” way, as you describe. I can only “sort of” whistle by doing so by gently exhaling putting the tip of my tongue slightly behind the upper row of my teeth. It makes more of a screech than a whistle, and so it’s more like an extreme “s” sound, though I can draw it out.
Enumerating distances. I can tell if one thing is farther away than another, but I can’t say how much. 50 feet? 200 feet? I have no idea.
So those GPS directions to turn right in 100 feet? Ugh. Just count down: “Turn right in 5, 4, 3, 2, … 1”.
I’m really good with numbers in general so this is an odd duck.
Geometry. Honor student and the teacher kindly gave me a D in geometry because I simply did not get it.
Directions. I say I can get lost in a big home. And it’s true, I have. My first husband’s father was a minister and they live in a huge parsonage that had maid’s quarters and 3 stairways. I would get lost upstairs forever. In fact, I got lost driving Tuesday despite very clear written in red ink directions.
Craft kits. You know those little kits that have a beautifully done thingie on the front. Nope, never again, mine looked like hash.
My spirographs never looked like the examples.
Small talk. I can barely manage if someone else takes the initiative/lead, but if it’s up to me to start things only awkward silence will ensue.
Handwriting, printing. I can barely read what I write. No one else has a hope in hell unless I slowly print in block letters specifically so they can understand and even then I can screw it up.
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[/QUOTE]I humbly suggest Glenn Campbell as a superior talent. 
Yep, same with me. Many have tried to teach me but to no avail.
Throwing a baseball. Not to be sexist, but to use the vernacular: I always have thrown like a girl and always will throw like a girl.
Also to crib off other peoples paper: my hand writing and memory for names is at the level of disability.
There’s a name for that. Two, in fact.
I’ve got it too; not as badly as some people (there are people who can’t recognize their own face in a mirror, or their mother’s, who they see daily, in an expected context), but badly enough that I could easily be talking to you face to face for half an hour at lunch, and five minutes later be unable to pick you out of a couple dozen people at the same conference. Especially if in the interval you took off that distinctive red sweater.
I’m also bad at names, but not as bad as at faces; and the problem’s partly that people expect you to remember their name when all they did was tell you once orally. If I can write it down a few times, or at least see it written down, that helps.
I am absolutely no good at ball games. I duck if the ball comes anywhere near me.
I can’t sing.
I’m a klutz: I drop things, I walk into things. And I have a physical labor job that involves working with things like tractors and chain saws – which I do with extreme caution. No major injuries so far; but it’s utterly normal for me to be walking around with bruises that I don’t even remember getting, because the extreme caution I use around the PTO shaft or the chain saw blade is impractical to keep up all the time while I’m doing less hazardous stuff.
Joining in with the people who can’t multitask; at least, at many things. I can carry on a conversation and cook or weed or set transplants at the same time; but if I’m sorting out field plans or bills or schedules for next week, I need to be able to concentrate.
I have a poor sense of direction, but years of practice and using maps – old style maps, that give you a general orientation over a wide area and not just a bit on a small screen – have helped with that.
My social skills are a lot better than they used to be; but boy a lot of that came hard.
And I don’t seem to be much good at staying off the internet.
pretty much anything in the creative arts. can’t play an instrument worth a damn, can’t sing, can’t draw worth a damn.
I can’t nap for the life of me. When I was a little kid in daycare, they used to put candies on the mats of the children who were sleeping, and yes I’m still bitter about it.
Perhaps a smaller instrument might help you. Try a so-called 3/4 length scale.
I have a terrible sense of direction - if I come out of a hotel room, I never know which way to turn to get to the elevator or lobby. We were a hockey family and traveled all over for tournaments. I couldn’t even count how many times I got lost looking for hockey arenas in other cities after being given directions. This was way before MapQuest. I’d stop at a gas station for help and as they’re giving me directions I could almost feel the words going in one ear and flying right out of the other. My son would be freaking out in the back seat that he was going to be late which only added to the delightful car trip.
I can’t whistle.
Names and faces - someone will introduce themselves and by the time they walk away, I’ve already forgotten their name. I’m sure people have thought me rude for not saying hello, but a lot of the time it’s because I’m not sure if I recognize them or not.
Arts, crafts, sewing - I have no patience to do all of the appropriate steps. I just want to get it done and then it looks like crap.
I can’t roll my Rs or make the telephone ringing sound.
I’m terrible at small talk and mingling. Oh, how I hate mingling. I cannot just walk up and start talking to someone. Especially if they’re already talking to someone else. I just had that done to me last Fri at a wedding reception. I was chatting with someone and all of a sudden someone else that I didn’t know came up and says, “hi” to the person I was talking to. They started talking and I stood there like a dummy. Finally, I just walked away.
Painting - I’m a very messy painter (as in walls). It’s kind of the same reason as my failure in arts and crafts. I just want it done. Luckily, my husband is a good, patient painter.
The military cured me of this affliction - once sleep was so hard to come by, I learned to take the opportunity whenever I get it.
I am not a completely non-athletic person, although I believed I was for years due to my inability to play some sports - looking at you, volleyball and soccer. I am also not a great hockey player, but probably could have been okay if I ever actually tried.
Sense of direction in a city is terrible, but drop me in the woods, and I am pretty good at it.
Remembering names, which is just embarrassing given what I do for a living - I am trying to work on it. I remember faces, so I will remember that I MET you, but I will not remember what to CALL you.