I truly don’t understand why people who enjoy dancing feel the need to drag those of us who don’t onto the dance floor. We’re not bothering them, just leave us the fuck alone and enjoy swaying to the music all you want. Like BrickBat, I’ve come close to some really ugly scenes at wedding receptions because people won’t take a polite “no thank you” as a legitimate response to the command “Get up here and dance.”
I find myself putting info into those places that are specifically reserved for me to do that. It seems I am always drawing a … a … what is the word?
Like others, I have trouble distinguishing similar faces in movies. If there are two females in a movie, why are both cast as pretty, thin brunettes with short hair and similar voices?
And I cannot speak while playing a musical instrument. I was once in a play and was required to speak while playing violin. My speech wound up sounding like lyrics of the song I was playing.
And I can neither throw nor catch a ball, except “like a girl.” I blame my father and older brother, who never played catch with me.
Wow, I didn’t know that was a thing, and yes, I don’t have it. When I submerge myself under water I feel immediate panic and pressure to breathe in.
I do swim, though. I just plug my nose when I go underwater.
I can’t snap my fingers
I can’t keep an omelette together - I like to claim I invented the “scramble” before it had a name
I can’t not laugh until tears pour down my cheeks when anyone brings up the story of how I crop-dusted two co-workers 25 years ago. I’m cracking up right now all over again.
I can’t watch myself getting a blood draw or look at an IV in me. In someone else, wife, son, no problem. In me, I immediately get queasy.
I didn’t have a problem watching a blood draw until a tech warned me not to. Since then I can’t even look at someone else getting it.
I can’t blow bubbles with bubble gum. I haven’t tried since I was a child and that was a very long time ago, but I was rubbish at it then. I can’t snap my fingers either.
I have to keep explaining to church choir directors that my Siamese would probably be a better addition to the choir than I would be.
I also have a terrible sense of direction. I can get lost with a map in my hand.
Okay, so there are a lot of trees, right? Some have leaves, and some have needles, and the white ones are birches. Oh, and the hockey logo ones are maple. And the ones by my house whose dry leaves shake in the wind are beech. Beyond that ¯ _(ツ)_/¯
I’m fairly athletic, but I never could master:
- Throwing a tight spiral
- Rolling a nice hook (bowling)
Neither is from lack of trying.
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I cannot draw a realistic picture of anything to save my life. It seems to be a genetic talent that I just lack. My younger daughter can pick up a pencil & a paper napkin & within seconds turn out a sketch that is not only recognizable but good. I have no idea how she does it.
This is probably a visual equivalent of being tone deaf? Which I am not, by the way: I can play bass & sing at the same time; have done so in many working bands…
I can’t tie an apron or smock behind my back. I used to be able to but now it somehow confuses me too much. I can do the first “right-over-left” knot but then I can’t do the tying the loops together part.
I have to pull the knot-tying over to the far left or right where I can see it and then the strings are too long because it’s not tied right in the center (in back).
And I’m the exact opposite! I’ve had three people try to teach me to knit, but it never really clicked (heh) for me.
I can crochet like a demon, though. My older sister taught me how to do a granny square when I was in my teens, and my first project was an afgan. After that I branched out and taught myself. When I was on jury duty in downtown L.A. decades ago, I walked over to J Town for lunch. Afterwards, I browsed in Kinokuniya and found all these Japanese crochet books with beautiful patterns for lace-like pieces. I bought up all the had. I’ve made Irish crochet tops, shawls, tons of baby wear (including stuffed toys).
But don’t ask me to knit.
I can only do it with one hand.
I can’t either (well, now my hair is very short), but the issue is that my hair is very thick (many hpsi – hairs per square inch), very fine-textured, and perfectly straight. Wavy, coarse-textured hair stays fastened, mine slides out. Yours may be like that.
I can’t squat with my feet flat on the floor (this is an issue for skiing, it turns out) and I can’t sing in tune.
I also can’t work out when it’s my turn to speak when in a conversation with multiple people (it’s never my turn), and I can’t do small talk to any decent degree. This is a much bigger problem in my life.
I can whistle for my dog, but I can’t whistle a tune.
I agree, it could be genetic. Both of my parents were artists, and I could draw realistically from a very early age. In kindergarten we had to draw a Fairy Godmother, and I was the only kid who drew realistic boobs on her (I had been to the art museum, so knew what boobs looked like).
I cannot do a pull-up, nor can I bend over and touch my toes without bending at the knees. Never have been able to.
I did manage to do these things when I was about 8 years old, but I had to do stretching exercises every day for about 2 months. Turns out I have a cable in the backs of my legs (they called it an “ankle cord”) that is normally shorter in me than in many normal people, and neglecting those stretches led to the cord shrinking back to its normal length. In me, this so so pronounced that I walk with a toe bias, which can cause regular footwear to fail early where it gets bent from that (I also have very tall, wide feet, so my shoes end up being an inch or two longer than they should).