Oh, I am soooo happy to know I’m not the only person that cannot drive a car. I’m 21; every so often I’ll get it in my head that, really, driving isn’t so bad, I should give it another try. And everytime I just freeze up behind the wheel, drive about 10 mph, avoid other cars, pedestrians, etc. like the plague. And then I get out of the car shaking and on the verge of a nervous breakdown anyway. It’s just such a big, scary, machine capable of so much destruction, and just little ol’ me in change… shudder Still, I’d give anything to get rid of this phobia; I live in the middle of nowheresville, and I’m tired of mooching rides.
I can’t do math in my head above simple addition and subtraction. Even then I often have to count on my fingers. I work in a library, where it cost 5 cents a sheet to print stuff. I HATE it when people print more than 10 pages.
them: I have 36 sheets, how much is that?
me: ::blank look:: Uhhhh… ::nervously looks around:: I dunno, what’s 36 times 5?
them: ::looks at me like I’m an idoit:: 180.
me:: Okay, it’s a $1.80, then.
They could tell me any random number and that’s what I’d charge them. I should really make a times table cheat-sheet. ::sigh::
I can never remember to wash my coffee pot or coffee cup at night (I live in a dorm, and don’t have many other dirty dishes beyond that.) Every morning I wake up, go to make coffee, then grumble, “oh, son of a fuck…” and haul the stuff downstairs to the kitchen to wash it.
I can’t paint my toenails without getting big glops of nail polish all over my cuticles.
I can’t put on make-up at all.
I can’t carry on normal conversations with real-live human beings. I just can’t get down when I should talk, when I should listen, and when it’s okay to interupt, so I usually end up sitting there like a godamn mute for half an hour, then talking nonstop for 10 minutes. Have I mentioned I’m a social retard? :rolleyes: