**Quark child, minor7flat5 ** and I shoud form a club. It would be a very secret club, since we wouldn’t recognized each other from meeting to meeting. Also we would have to distribute transcripts of everything, so we could read it after. 
Ditto.
I am so bad at math, that almost every year, my tax return has an error of 2 or so dollars. And that IS after having used a computer tax software return.
Not only am I bad at math, I’m severely math phobic. Enough to make me physically ill and bring me to tears when trying to figure out problems much above VER simple addition/subtraction/division/multiplication.
I used to be horrible at directions too. But I am one of the lucky ones who was able to learn. A former boss/ really good friend, who was an professional engineer taught me how. She somehow figured out the route from how to figure it out, to my brain. And showed me how to figure it out for myself.
I still have no natural sense of direction, I MUST have maps and some sort of landmark. But now, having at least one of those, I am able to get by fairly well.
I suck at being an Straight American Male[sup]tm[/sup]. I don’t usually like watching or talking about sports (except for the Olympics), I can sew semi-complex clothes (Renn Faire peasant outfits, bridemaid’s dress for my wife), I’m a pretty good cook (although lately this seems to be moving out of the “female only” category).
I also suck at getting things done. Sitting on my ass at the computer is much more appealing, at least in the short term.
Love.
I can’t clean to save my life… I can do a basic clean, but I just don’t have the ability to see dirt/grime in the corners/edges.
I also can’t sing to save my life… couldn’t carry a tune with handles and wheels.
I thankfully don’t have the directional dyslexia that most have (including my hunting buddy), as I can wander in the woods for hours, and always find my way out easily, even if I dont’ have a compass and a map with me. My buddy who goes in with me can only find his way out if I lead him, or he has his GPS with him.
I am hopeless at housework. No matter how hard I try, my house is still unfit for habitation.
I am hopeless at names and sometimes faces.
It takes me 2 years to remember my own phone number when I move, much less anyone elses.
I trip over invisible cracks in sidewalks, as well as the visible ones.
I am a flake when it comes to remembering anything (like what to add to my post)
and it takes me an average of 2 days to think up a witty retort of any sort. :smack: