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What are you not very good at, but like doing anyway?
For me it’s bowling. My highest score EVER is 171, but I love to go bowling.
Playing the violin. On my best day in the community orchestra I STILL couldn’t hit all the notes (never mind playing them well), but… Gawd, I loved it with a passion. Loved it.
I miss that group terribly.
Play the piano. In high school, I reached about an “advanced intermediate” level of competency, and never really progressed beyond that. These days I have about five or six tunes that I’m pretty good at banging out, and a few more that I can pick my way through, and anything else is beyond me. I still enjoy doing it, though.
Not so much these days, but in my younger days I ate, slept and breathed basketball. But despite all the shooting and practicing and working out, I could never play very well in a real game. In fact, I sucked. I could nail a three-pointer with my eyes closed, but I just couldn’t compete in a real game situation.
Golf.
Rock Band singing. Sure, I can manage to only fail out once or twice after only two sessions on Medium, but hitting the right notes != singing well . I still love singing when you have a monitor telling you how on target you are.
I’m not really very good at any computer games, but I still enjoy most of them. Diablo 2 is hard to obtain (in that I don’t want to buy it again and I have long since lost my CDs for it), but clicking and killing stuff can be very stress-relieving.
Making stuff out of wood. I have urge to make things like shelves and display cabinets and such but al of my projects looks like they were made at the Cerebral Palsy Design Center. Seriously, kids banging together scraps of 2x4s have better looking things than I do, but I don’t care.
Me and Norm Abram got some more shit to build.
Same here. I love to noodle but don’t have a very high skill level.
Singing definitely. I’m horrible but I love to sing. Dancing is much the same.
Sex.
And playing guitar.
Anything artistic. I have an artistic soul, an artistic viewpoint, and all the talent of a platypus. I love drawing, 3D modeling, and so forth, but I really suck at it.
Ditto for me. I’ve beaten expert vocals but have no illusions about my (lack of) singing ability. It’s still fun though.
Sing. Oh, I could sing all day long. The only thing I truly miss about church is singing hymns every week. Unfortunately, my voice is no great shakes.
Ice hockey. I haven’t played since college, and I was barely serviceable as a defenseman, but it was sooooooo much fun.
Singing, dancing, and art. I’d love to be able to do all three (maybe even all at once!); alas, I suck at them all.
My husband, however, greatly enjoys my attempts at doing all of the above. I can’t sing, but he encourages me to do so anyway; I most definitely cannot dance, but I have so much fun in all of my awkward glory that he finds it endearing; and my art is nothing more than my brain dry heaving on canvas. He likes it enough that he hung some of my stuff up around the house here and there. I like the ones he chose; fish in the bathroom, and the blueberries I did in pastel in my kitchen make me smile, even though the imperfections are glaring.
My husband is kind of into me, though. So while it’s very appreciated, I know I’m not winning any talent contests. It’s very frustrating to hear and see something a certain way, and not be able to manifest it for others somehow. I keep trying though, despite my hands, feet, and vocal cords.
Linguistics, apparently. I really like the class, but I’m getting a C.
Roller skating for me. I was a human dust mop at the rink but loved every minute of it. I can still hear the whirr of all those wheels when you first walk in the rink. You could feel the music magically pulsating out of the floor and that cheezy disco ball light they used for the “couple’s skate”. Ah, my cultured youth…
Hand quilting – teensy-weensy stitches, curving and swirling in wonderful patterns. All I can manage is about six stitches to an inch, in straight lines going right to left. But I do love doing it.
Singing for me too. I’m absolutely horrible at it, have no sense of pitch. My ex could only bear listening to me if she’d had a few first. But I do love it. I don’t hear how bad I am at it, but strangely I notice when others are.
Singing, dancing, running. I don’t do any of them very often lately. Thanks for reminding me, I’ll get back into it.