Everyone tells me I have extreme talent for fashion. Specifically, putting together clothes that don’t look like they should go together, but do. Creating total esembles seems to be my forte.
However, I have zero interest in how I look. I’m contented to wear simple shorts, slacks, tshirts, sweatshirts, white socks and sneakers. I buy most of my clothes at the thrift, when I’m not finding them on the street. I don’t know how and why people spend so much time and money on clothes.
I rock the goddamned house in data entry. Seriously. It may be what the good lord put me on this earth to do.
No thanks.
Being the son of two artists, I pretty much always knew how to draw. I’ve got a pencil drawing of a giraffe that I did when I was four, and a drawing of Peggy Lee that I had copied from a photograph when I was around 6-7. Both are really amazing.
Yes, I turned out to be an artist, but none of my art involves any drawing skills, except very indirectly.
Apparently music. I took piano lessons when I was about 8 or 9, and really didn’t like 'em much. My Mom made me do it for a year or so, and finally I wore her down and she told the teacher I was going to quit. He asked her if it was a money issue, and offered to teach me for free because I was one of his best students.
When I was a freshman in high school, I’d fallen in with a group of kids who were band geeks, and I succumbed to peer pressure and decided I wanted to take up the saxophone. My parents paid for a year of private lessons, then I went into the low-level band in high school. The next year I was in the standard band, and I think the year after I made it into Jazz band (something you had to try out for if I recall). That summer, I went to band camp with my best friend (who was, and still is, a majorly talented musician). She cautioned me not to expect much - the saxophone players at this camp were really, really good, and I’d be lucky to get in the higher level band at all (you had to try out on the first day of camp, and they put you in one of two levels of bands).
When the rosters were posted, I not only was in the top-level band, but I was first chair. Go me! I had a great time, but was already getting bored. I decided not to do band that year in school, and haven’t touched an instrument since.
I recently ran into my old saxophone teacher, and he actually remembered the whole thing - “You started from scratch, I taught you one year, you got into band the next year, then you made it into Jazz band, then you got first chair in band camp, then you just… quit!” 
Mr. Athena is into music now and is learning various instruments, and keeps bugging me to take something up. But… no. I never really liked it much, despite being apparently pretty good at it.
(Emphasis mine.)
You do realize that when the homeless person returns to their clothing stash and finds it missing, it’s you they will now suspect.
I’m apparently really good at horse riding, so say the people who saw me do it the few times I rode a horse as a child, but if I had my way (and I guess I will, I can’t see how anyone is going to force me onto a horse) I won’t be riding one again.
I was actually really good at trombone when I was in school. I loved being in band in school. I took jazz band in college even though it had nothing to do with my required classes. I loved playing. I still sort of do.
But, I never had any interest in practicing or getting better. I was naturally pretty good, always at the top. I could have been a lot better if I had a love for getting better. I just had a love for being in the bands I was in.
I also decided pretty quickly that being in adult bands, where it’s not part of your school day, and being with adult band geeks, is not fun at all. It takes up way too much time and the people are not my cup of tea.
I think programming and musical prowess have something to do with each other. My best friend and my business partner are excellent musicians and programmers. So are Athena and Mr. Athena. And me.
Supposedly there’s a connection between music and math. And programming and math. I have it in me to be a decent musician and already am a good programmer, but I suck at math. So go figure. 
Edit: Now that I think about it, I don’t actually suck at math. I just don’t like doing it; I find it dull. I think the massive worksheets of long-division problems my teacher made me do in second grade has a lot to do with it - I GOT long division. I could do it. I didn’t need to do 100 problems and work out each step for every one of them to prove that I could do it.
So maybe there is a connection - like music, I can do math, I just don’t like it. Thanks, ZipperJJ for helping me figure that one out!
Being a mommy.
I’m told I’m great with kids. I’m told I’d make a terrific mother.
I do not have kids. I do not plan to have any, ever. I have exactly zero interest in it. I don’t even like to babysit. I don’t particularly like children much. I’ll talk to them and get down on the floor and play with them; it’s not like I’ll run screaming from the room about your demonspawn if you leave me alone in a room with ‘em. And kids friggin’ love me. Once they decide I’m cool, I can’t get 'em to fuck off. [Maggie the Cat voice] Little no-necked monstahs…[/Maggie the Cat] Feh.
I’m also very, very good with phone work, like customer service. I would rather gnaw my own foot off.
Drafting. I learned AutoCAD my junior year of high school, and I got really into playing with it, and seeing what I could do - I actually really love drafting as a design tool, so I’ve had lots of practice, and I’m really fast. But god - making changes to plans all day, every day? Shoot me. I took a job at an architecture firm right out of college, and lasted four months before I found a job that paid less, but was less soul-crushing. The only reason I even lasted that long was they kept telling me I’d be doing more interesting things later - it was my first full-time job, and I was a little naive.
Also, data entry, or repetitive Excel work in general - I’m a programmer, and I’m really good at finding the most-optimized way to, for instance, print out class lists for each class sorted by date and time, but it’s still boring as hell.
Writing total bullshit PR-type prose, like the text for a brochure for a vacation spot; also sincere and heartfelt thank-you notes and other such correspondence that I couldn’t care less about. It flows effortlessly, with just the right rhythm and turn of a phrase. I don’t want to do that.
Drafting, much for the same reasons runcible spoon listed. I have drafting programs on my computer, but those are for my own projects or just when I want to design something.
The other is retail work and management. Got 2 promotions then offered my own store within 4 months of starting, and that was my first retail job. First month I went from temperary part time gopher to full time gopher in my first 2 weeks. Went to 3rd key within a month of that, and got offered my own store about 6 weeks later, completely skipping 2 other positions between 3rd key and store manager.
I’m six and a half feet, with a 32 inch sleeve. I can reach up to more than eight feet.
I have no interest whatever in basketball.
I can stick a 25 guage needle in a radial artery faster than you can kiss a duck.
I can also thread a catheter through a person’s nose hole straight down the back of their throat and into the trachea, then suck all the sputum out of their airways. I’m the life of the party, for sure.
I was pretty good at computer programming back in college – I’d crank out something for an assignment on the first try (not counting typos). Had no interest in it, though I do like to work on computers.
I also did very well in math in high school, but wasn’t really interested in continuing it.
I started playing golf when I was in the second grade and instantly outplayed most adults. I took lessons for years and was told I would be a pro some day. Around 7th grade I lost all interest. I go to the driving range now about once every 2 years, since that’s all I ever cared for in the first place.
Cooking, I guess. I was a foodie from early on, and I can cook and bake with the best of them. But I don’t do a whole lot of it any more.
Asking for money. I was a star at selling candybars, raffles, anything as a kid to help out my sport teams. I’m a master at selling myself and my story.
In college, for a semester and half of a summer I was a star raising money for the university, calling alumni and parents of current students. Every college has some version of this scam: you pay the kids buck or two over minimum wage and you get them to be a call center begging for cash. Since I was a rookie on the job (many people had been there for years, and the truly big givers were tackled by professional staffers) I was always on the shit “I’ve never given” or “I gave $10 once 5 years ago” lists.
I once got an unemployed woman to give me $250 after I’d heard her sob story. I got a woman who had never donated and was having health problems to give me $300, then she found out her husband’s company matched donations twofold, and got $900. I got a donation from a woman who lived in the same town as an ex-bofriend’s parents, by regaling them with a story about using the town’s public transit. I reached in every orifice that had anything remotely to do with my identity, ethnicity, religion, major, hometown, or even things that had to do with my friends and significant other. I started lying and making stories up, saying how because of a couple’s generous donation towards cleaning a particular building I was able to gaze out at the clouds on a clear day. Really.
I felt nauseated and pretty much hated myself. I knew I was doing something so terribly, terribly wrong, that I had a knack for something many people would kill for but which made me want to die. I quit in a terrible way: by not showing up. I knew I would never be able to quit by telling my supervisor. God do I hate raising money.
Was mine the only double-take?
nope 
I’m really very good and calming down angry screaming customers. It’s pretty much what I do for a living and I can’t wait until I figure out a way to stop.