Everyone brags about how good they are at things. Blah, blah, blah.
What about those areas where they fall short. Really short. Like lower than whale poop short. (It’s always good to work poop in a post because there are people googling that all the time!)
There are a few things I do poorly. (Yes, so hard to believe!)
My daily goal is to astound my husband with my knowledge of useless trivia. I do it by watching Jeopardy with him and making a huge production every time I know the answer. There are good days and bad days. There are also very bad categories.
Along with Greek mythology, “before and after” is one of them. It’s two words and the clue has two parts – one for the first word and one for the second. My mind doesn’t work like that.
Anagrams are another. Scrambled words or making one word out of the letters of another word. Unlike scrambled eggs which I enjoy, I cannot unscramble words in any timely way. Given a week or so, perhaps. Maybe with bacon. And Mr. Google.
Anything spatial – directions, leftovers, and other people’s ages, etc. My mother was the queen of what size container was needed for leftovers. I usually dirty up three before I find the perfect fit. Sometimes I wonder if it wouldn’t be more efficient to toss the leftovers.
Ages are another thing altogether. My gym has people well in their 80s. I would guess mid-60s. Then again, I have younger friends who look like they are 110. (No, it’s not you! You look great.)
Directionally I am always off 180 degrees. This started at a young age but it’s very easy to treat. If I think I should go one way, I go the other. Except at a mall. For some reason, I never get turned around or lost at a mall. Occasionally my car does but that’s another story. Third floor, ladies lingerie…
Predicting the weather. I am so bad at this that I should be hired by the weather service. I would fit right in. My “glass half full” attitude (with either snow or rain) would be appreciated by audiences who are accustomed to predictions of the apocalypse at every drop of precipitation.
There…that’s me. Come one, ‘fess up something you are not good at!