Thank you, Hockey Monkey. I don’t feel quite as inferior now 
I hate hate hate Maynard Rd.
I, too, suck at figuring out those folded-pieces-of-paper things, where you’re supposed to be able to visualize what sort of 3D form they’re supposed to make when assembled. I was awesome at plane geometry but when it got to solid geometry, it was like a bomb went off in my brain. Does not compute.
I also have a horrible sense of navigation, even inside. We go to conventions and things in hotels; even by the end of the weekend, I have to follow the signs to get to the main meeting rooms. When we go to antique malls, I have to follow my husband or I’ll go to the same booths three times and miss half the others.
Multitasking
Drawing
Putting up with drama
I’m terrible at learning people’s names (though once I learn them, I remember them bloody forever). If I have a long conversation with someone, I’ll remember the person’s face and everything we talked about, but not his/her name.
I’m terrible at letting other people’s BS drama and criticism roll off my back, even when I know it’s not my fault or really doesn’t have anything to do with me at all.
I’m terrible communicating what I want to my husband. It’s weird - I don’t have trouble letting anyone else know what I want, but I do with him.
I have very poor organization skills at home.
If it’s not day-to-day cleaning, I’m awful at it. The thing is, I don’t care - I’ve got enough to worry about cleaning the kitchen, cooking the meals and running herd on children that the meta-organization seems insurmountable, so I push it to the side.
Being assertive. I’m a complete pushover.
Focusing. It’s really affected my career how easily distracted I am. I’m on anxiety meds, which helps, but right now I have something on my mind and haven’t been able to get anything done all day.
I’m not self-motivated and I wish I was.
Are you familiar with the book “How to Love Me”?
I don’t think I’ve ever heard the title, but I might need to look it up and read it. My husband and I (okay, really it was me) had a particularly rough weekend. Why does stuff like that always seem to happen on or within days of a wedding anniversary?
Dancing. Which is a shame, because I love to dance. Music just makes me want to move - whenever we’re singing at church I always end up bobbing my head and bouncing around on the balls of my feet. But when it comes to actual dancing, I’ve been reliably informed (by teachers, directors, more coordinated friends) that I suck at it.
Sport in general. I can’t ride a bike, can barely do a sit up, can’t throw or catch worth a damn, will hit the tennis ball into the neighbouring court at least 2/3 of the time (assuming I manage to connect the racket with it in the first place), have lousy balance … OK, I’ll shut up now.
Art. I can’t draw or make any kind of craft more complicated than a collage. Same when it comes to woodwork, with the added bonus that I’m scared of all the tools.
Making friends.
Making small talk, even with people I know.
Talking on the phone.
Getting things done before the last minute.
Knowing when people are joking/being sarcastic/not meaning their words absolutely literally.
I really really suck at names. So much so that I have to write down the names of everyone in a conference that I have the slightest chance of interacting with in the future. This makes ‘business cocktail parties’ a royal pain for me. I wish everyone would just wear a badge or something.
Also, I am very bad at paying bills on time and money management in general.
Yeah, look it up. It might allow you to let him know things you have trouble saying out loud. Also, wedding anniversaries are meant to get screwed up. It’s part of life imitating art. Specifically, bad sitcoms.
I don’t do well in chaotic situations where I need to keep track of a dozen things while others crash into my awareness. I don’t multitask well.
I have trouble recognizing people, even ones I’ve known for a long time, especially if they are outside the contexts I know them from. If I met you once in the halls at a conference, thet=re’s not a chance I’ll remember you without help. Sorry, but that’s the way it is.
Following on this, I don’t pick up subtexts and body language well.
I am not good at team sports. Ever.
I have never had an adult emotional romantic relationship longer than four months. I’m not sure I can.
I have zero common sense when it comes to directions/navigation. Like a few others, even GPS can’t save me at times. It’s really, really embarrassing, considering I live in Rhode Island (which is tiny) and have lived in the same apartment for 7 years now and still get lost.
Judging distance/area. Telling me “the room is 8x8” means nothing to me, I just can’t get a sense of it. Same for distance, at smallish scales. I know 3000 miles is far and 3 is not so far, but 400 meters? I know what that’s like in a circle since I did track and field for years but…
I’ve completely lost track of time. I’m only 34, but I have to really, really stop and think about when something happened. I’ll often say “a couple months ago” and realize it was more like 2 years.
I can’t throw, catch or hit worth a damn. I could run and jump though, and skating (ice/roller) were easy for me.
I could likely be somewhat decent at drawing/painting, and I can write very well, but like someone else mentioned, I lack the creative spark to have ideas about what to write/paint/draw. Tell me what to write and I can do it up, but ask me to write something creatively? Forget it.
I have no attention span. I don’t have ADD or ADHD, I just seem to be lazy and don’t take the effort to focus. I struggle with this, too. It can bleed into conversation–if I have something to say I have to struggle to not interrupt, because by the time I have a chance to say it I’ll have moved on to something else.
I have this, too, but if I wrote them down, I’d lose the paper I wrote it on.
I have the same problem as Crafter_Man with movies. Especially black-and-white movies set in a time period when men all wore suits. I can’t tell them apart by how they’re dressed or their hair color, which usually gives me at least some help.
Do you have problems with names and faces in real life, too, Crafter_Man? I do.
If you can manage to keep enough of a cushion in your checking account that you won’t end up overdrawn, that’s what automatic bill payment is for. It remembers to pay things like the rent/mortgage and the electric bill, so you don’t have to. It was made for people like me. I don’t have a problem coming up with the money, but remembering that it’s time to pay bills and actually sitting down and doing it is another story.
Online bill payment is good for this, too. It’s easier to motivate myself to pay bills if I know it won’t involve searching for envelopes, stamps, or a checkbook, or remembering to mail anything. It also cuts down the number of days before the due date that you have to do it.
I have approximately no organizational skills at all.
No spatial skills, either. I can’t look at something and say, “oh, it’s about two feet long”. I can’t tell if something will fit in a box without trying to put it in the box.
Can’t do arithmetic in my head. I was OK at math once it wasn’t all about that, but I was bad at it when it was about learning to do arithmetic quickly in your head.
This is me, too.
I’m a terrible housekeeper. I look at it all and get overwhelmed. I’m particularly bad at finding places to put stuff, so there’s always clutter around.
Hey, at least you HAVE clean towels. You’re doing better than me.
I’m not very good on skates, which, as a Canadian, is a bit of an embarassment.
I rarely speak up, even when I have something to say.
I’m easily distracted.
I’m not at all good at keeping things tidy. I usually know which jumbled pile to look in to find a particular item, but my space is always easily identifiable because it looks like a bomb went off there.
I’m lousy in social settings and get steadily worse as the size of the crowd grows. Once a group gets to be 5 or 6 people, I mostly just stay in the corner and remain silent, even among people I know well.
I just tell people I grew up near the Rockies and was more into skiing that skating, it works and it has the bonus of being the truth.
I am a terrible procrastinator (evidence: I read this when there were no replies and have been meaning to reply ever since)
I have the coordination of a three legged giraffe on stilts. I am constantly being surprised by bruises that I don’t remember getting.
I can’t draw a straight line or any kind of representative figure.
I can’t sing. Well not strictly true, I sing a lot, and loudly but usually in the car with the windows rolled up and no passengers. Other people don’t appreciate the creative license I take with tune and pitch. Heck I don’t appreciate it, I keep the radio turned up loudly enough to drown myself out.
Since my natural inclination is to have everything I own out and visible (once something goes in a drawer, it’s like it’s lost to me - it ceases to exist in my world), our house is actually pretty clean and tidy.
I’ll cop to a lot of the things mentioned above, but just for the sake of offering something new, here’s another: I’m totally hopeless at getting rebates. You’d think earning $50 bucks or something for mailing in a piece of paper would be enough incentive, but I just can’t seem to manage. Ditto for similar things like returning items to the store for a refund and using coupons.
I never buy anything that has a rebate. I know I won’t get around to sending it in. And I feel bad, like I should have sent it in. I’d rather buy the item at full price when there’s not a rebate- then, the amount I paid is just the way it is, and I don’t have to feel bad about not sending in the rebate.
And no way am I organized enough to be able to find a coupon to take with me to the store.
Music. I am tone deaf. When my daughter was taking Suzuki violin the teacher played notes for the kids to identify. All these 5 year olds got them right - I had no clue. So my singing is what you would expect for someone who has no idea if he is on key.
Tavern puzzles - the ones where you are supposed to get a bar or something out.
Recognizing faces. I won’t remember someone I met minutes before. I would not do well in politics at all.