The catch is, you’ll never be able to make a decent living at it. If you pick baking you’ll be able to maybe win a county fair or something and everyone gets excited when you make your cake for the school bake sale.
Or if you’re a singer people like listening to you in church choir. If it’s guitar people enjoy listening to you play at a party, but you’ll never sell cds.
You’re good but not that good.
I’m one of those unlucky people where I’m not creative in the least. Like, at all. Nor am I talented in the least bit. But if I could pick anything I wish I could draw. I think it’d be a fun way to pass the time, I’d be able to draw comics like I wish I could, have my only little collection for me alone.
I was going to make this a poll but then I realized:
1: I’m lazy
2: I probably won’t be able to represent everything
3: I hate polls with a lot of options.
I would like to be good at sleight-of-hand magic. Not the kind of magic that needs props or cards or anything but stuff that you can do easily with just coins, pencils or whatever else might be laying around.
I think I’d choose singing. Even though I wouldn’t be great, it’s miles ahead of where I am now. Plus, I’m not really all that talented in the performing arts at all so it would be nice to have some talent there.
I always want to be able to draw. For some reasons I could never pick it up. Maybe I need one to one instruction; I always have been trying to do it through books.
I don’t understand this thread. I’ve got thousands of worthless talents already. I’m good (but not that good)at all kinds of stuff that I’ll never make a living with.
Am I supposed to pick just one, or am I supposed to pick a new one? Do I keep all the others? If I was a “talented” musician, why wouldn’t/couldn’t I make a living at it? Look at Bruce Springsteen. He’s good, but not that good. Half-assed millionaire!
This is easy. Singing. I don’t need to sound like Josh Groban, I mean I just want to be able to carry a tune. I sing so bad, when I show people they all say “Mark, you’re messing up on purpose, 'cause no one could be that bad.”
I’d like to have been a surgeon in the sense of a battle field surgeon or “Doctors without Borders” would be. I get a tremendous feeling from helping people in desperate situations. Money is of little concern to me. At the same time, I would have to be very good at it so as to avoid the guilt of “losing” someone who could have been saved.
I’m a fairly talented writer. I almost said for an improvement on that, but then I thought, I’d lose all the feeling of pride at being able to do it. So I too will pick either singing (first choice) or drawing.
Tap-dancing. I’ve been doing it for years, but lack natural aptitude, and I have a hard time learning combinations. (Age thing, apparently, other adult students have said the same thing.) It would be fun to be really, really good.
Drawing, for sure. I’d make cool pictures for my niece, make my own Christmas cards, paint a mural in my garage. I’d have cute drawings all over the place!
Double ditto this. The thing about singing is that if you don’t have the pipes, no amount of training will make your voice beautiful.
I had a traumatic experience years ago. I auditioned for the symphony chorus and at the time, a bunch of people had quit in protest over something, so they were desperate for new members. I got in- had a ball. Got to be in a couple of operas. Way cool.
Years later I went to work for the symphony in the administrative offices. One day I was in the coffee room and there was the file cabinet of the chorus. I poked around in it and found my audition sheet from about 10 years previous. It said: “Not a pretty voice.”
Dang. I knew it, but seeing it in writing. Dang.
I still sing in a chorus and I have an adequate “group voice.” BUT. I never miss practice, I’m always early for practice and performance, I always HAVE my music,* I know my music, and I always have a pencil. That counts for something.
And I love singing and performing.
*It’s truly astonishing to me how many people NEVER have their music and then they want to look on with you. The progessive bifocals do not permit that- not that I would permit it anyway. [/rant]
I don’t need to write a book or anything, I’d just appreciate the ability to tell a long-winded tale that keeps people amused. Unfortunately I’ve never had the ability.
