I was waiting for my turn at batting practice (for you cricket types: that’s something we Americans do for baseball) and I was monkeying around. I put the knob of my bat on my chin so that the bat was sticking straight up in the air and balanced it. This is how I discovered my knack for balancing objects like a seal. I soon found that I could balance shorter objects (like a clothes hanger or stick), and objects of irregular shape (like a chair). I can balance a baseball cap on my nose to the point that it is almost motionless and I can balance a pen or pencil for a respectable duration. I have even balanced my checkbook on my nose simply to be able to say that I’ve done it.
I’m sure that many of you have discovered your own special hidden talents. Can you roll your tongue, do the crossword in three minutes, walk on your hands? Tell us about it.
If you’re shy about bragging you can tell us that it’s a “friend” that does it.
I’ve posted about these before, but with a post count of almost 12K, what’s another…
I can balance myself parallel to the ground on my hands (basically my hands support my entire body weight). I dunno how special this is, but I can do (and have been filmed doing such at a dopefest before) a kip, which is … hard to explain. You go from your back/shoulders to standing. The hard way.
I can also, and this I’ve talked about today even on this MB, play music on my throat, facial cheeks and to some extent on my skull.
“my friend” can wiggle her right nostril independently. . . “my friend’s” roommate can wiggle both sides independently
(don’t ask how we–i mean they discovered this)
I can whistle and hum tunes on the inhale as well as the exhale with barely any change in pitch. I’m learning how to sing this way too but it doesn’t sound as good yet.
Many years ago, the Saskatchewan liquor board decided to only handle beer in the stubby no-neck bottles. At the time, a favourite bar game was to grab a fresh cold one with your little finger underneath, put a quarter on top, walk your hand up the bottle far enough to turn over the quarter, and walk back down without spilling anything. If you dropped the quarter, you had to chug the beer, buy a round for the table, and try again.
I could do it left-handed, and even got good enough to do it with my eyes closed.
Well, in my athletic youth I could kip, do freestanding handstand pushups, walk down steps on my hands and a whole bunch of other stuff. None of which I can do anymore, sad to say. I suppose that my special-est talent nowadays would be putting up with my oldest offspring (16 years of age), who seems determined to aggravate me into an early grave.
I can wiggle my nose like a rabbit. My family had some rabbits when I was four or five, and I studied the wiggle until I got it down pat. Due to this little talent I can also move my glasses back up my nose if they slide down without using my hands.
You know how its a FACT that it is impossible to lick one’s elbow?
My best friend can lick her elbow.
No, I’m not just saying its my friend because I’m embarrassed, because if I could lick my elbow I’d be telling everyone! But alas, it’s her and not me who was blessed. Its still funny though.
I only need to be told things once, and I’ll remember them for the rest of my life.
Not just that, I’ll remember the day I was first told, and the circumstances of the moment.
My mind is a bottomless well of (useless) information. I can repeat 2 to 3 minute phone conversations verbatim. I’ve a photographic and auditive memory.
It can be pretty annoying, sometimes.
Nobody ever believes me when I say I remember as much as I do.
It’s pretty tiring.
Both the repetition (as I don’t forget stuff, a lot of things ar said to me over and over again. It wouldn’t register with most people that they’ve heard/said it before) and the disbelief.
:rolleyes: Born at the wrong time, I was.