Sometimes I wish I was good at math. I could just never get it. I mess up on elementary school arithmetic. I remember once when I was in highschool I tried to tell myself that I really could do it if I tried really hard, so I sat down with my dad’s giant calculus book and did a few problems, then showed them to him to see if I had done them right. Nope. All wrong. In fact I did them SO BADLY he couldn’t even tell where I had begun to screw up.
SIN, COS, RAD, GRAD, and TAN are all dirty words to me.
(My dad is one of those lucky super-smart people who does logarithims and algorithims and whatchacallemrithims for fun . Shudder.)
Well, I keep trying to post something on various threads, but for some crazy reason either my computer or I seem to end up logging off, accidentally page back-ing, or encountering fatal issues with explorer and committing spectacular suicide. (The latter having been done by the computer, not me.) Perhaps I will manage to post this one properly…
I have this horrible urge to play darts. Any time I see a dartboard and darts I have to throw one…or three, after the first two don’t even hit the board. Not too big of an issue in connection with plastic darts–with the exception of pissing off the people who own and actually use the darts and would rather not have the tips bent–but this can be potentially fatal when metal darts get involved.
Of course, the urge to throw the metal ones is much, much greater than the urge to throw plastic ones…
A reasonable amount of practice (I dated a bartender during one unemployed period of my life, and you run out of things to do while hanging out in a bar day in and day out) has resulted in little to no change in my lack of skill.
Football.
I’m 50+ lbs undersized for any position at 160 lbs, and I can’t throw, tackle, or catch well. I am, however, extremely fast (4.3 40).
The problem is that I’m not agile enough to be a running back, not good enough at catching to be a wideout, not good enough at tackling to be a safety, and too physical to be a defensive back. I can knock stuff over (160 lbs at 10 yards per second, reached in three strides, is going to do some real damage) but no coach would stop laughing long enough to try Jerome Bettis plays with me.