I was that kid in gym class who couldn’t do anything - run, throw, totally uncoordinated - last to be chosen on any sports team ever.
Although I love to sing - I really can’t carry a tune (my daughter cringes at Christmas mass when I sit next to her and sing carols!).
I am really bad with arrangin /orgainizing things. i cn never do the time heets at work right. so doing the schedule would be impossible.
Laundry.
Maybe on purpose. Maybe not.
Getting letters or bills in the mail. I can get things in an envelope stamped and addressed but if it’s up to me they will stay in the house forever. Even if I go to the Post Office I’ll probably forget the envelopes. I literally have my family mail things for me. I call myself snail mail challenged.
Eating only one serving of ice cream.
Like @Sue22, speed. I’ve run five half marathons, but boy, am I slow. I finished last out of a class of 200 kids in eighth grade when we had to run a mile. Even when I was running 30 miles a week a few years ago, I stayed slow. I did manage to run a 5K in 30 minutes, and I was happy with that. But I would sure like to have some natural speed like my son, who ran a mile in 4:26. Don’t know whose genes he got.
Art. In 8th grade, my art teacher told me I deserved a D, but gave me a C- when she realized a D would keep me from getting Distinguished Honors. Fortunately, I never had to take another (studio) art course, though I did take art history in college (was able to manage a B in that).
Anything athletic. I was almost as bad in phys.ed. as I was in art. I was told by other students that if you showed up and participated in phys.ed. class in college, you would get a B. I got a C. Oddly, I’m relatively good at ping-pong (different skill set).
All sports and physical activities.
Art.
Singing.
I hated the non-academic courses in school. I always wished I could take extra academic classes instead.
Parallel parking for me too. I avoid it as much as humanly possible. Of course I’m getting worse as I never practice.
Accepting the fact that I stink at some things, and publicly admitting them.
So let me try to work on it, here and now.
I am not a patient person, and I do not suffer fools well. I am terrible at holding back my opinion, especially among my family. I am terrible at accepting that other people have a right to their own opinion, especially when they are idiots…
Mathematics. All of it. I can subtract, add, multiply and divide. I was a waitress for years, so I can do 15%, but these days, it’s 18% or more, so there goes my tip calculating skill!
I’ve recently learned I have terrible balance. I had no idea until I went on a rainforest hike in Puerto Rico and I was slipping and falling all over while the rest of my family balanced on wet rocks and uneven ground with ease. It makes me mad because I love to walk in nature (I no longer call what I do hiking) and really thought I was a competent day hiker.
@STEM2017 re post #2, a pancake dispenser can be your friend. https://www.amazon.com/s?k=pancake+batter+dispenser&i=garden&crid=1JL5B97E8BPMD&sprefix=pancak%2Cgarden%2C242&ref=nb_sb_ss_i_1_6
For me, I am terrible at anything mechanical requiring any level of dexterity. Growing up my model airplanes and ships had glue dripping down the sides, the painting and stickers off kilter. My brother’s could be museum pieces. He performs surgeries for a living, I went to law school. When the kids were young, I always dreaded Xmas because my brother invariably gave them lavish doll houses, pedal power vehicles or other toys requiring (major) assembly. The only benefit today is that DW knows I am terrible at that stuff so she does all the minor household repairs. I just have to cut the grass but she lets me hire someone to do the edging because she knows I am incapable of edging a straight line!
Singing. Can’t carry a tune. I loved playing the piano though I was terrible at it. I had a teacher who tried really hard to develop my ear. She’d play two notes and have me say which was higher, I couldn’t believe how often I guessed wrong. I’m also, not surprisingly, really bad at tonal languages.
It’s very hard for me to be “on” and engage with others at the same level of energy day in and day out.
Some days, all I want is to retreat into my turtle shell!
Drawing. Never got past the stick figure level.
Sewing anything more than a button - and I’m not great at that either.
Using my iphone. I actually hate having to use it and hate having to carry it around with me. Maybe my biggest pet peeve in life. I’m terrible at typing on them, figuring out all of the short cuts, I take terrible pictures. The GPS thing frequently screws me over. I know most people love them and I do appreciate the benefits they carry, but I could easily do without them.
I can easily hear when someone (myself included) is off key even slightly. But I can’t sing. At. All. So my problem is not being tone deaf. My husband says I can be trained. Ha! ?
I have no sense of direction at all, even in my house I have to stop and think to find North. Aggravated my dad, who I think you could spin around 20 times blindfolded and he could still point straight North.
I was a decent 3 sport athlete in HS, but run like I’m pulling a plow. The track coach told me that neither of us needed the embarrassment of me running, I was the only field event athlete on the track team exempt from running at least one event at track meets.
I’m with you! I’m very envious of people who can walk into a room full of strangers and walk out with 10 new friends. People who can engage in every situation - conferences, parties, weddings, etc. This is my FIL and my partner at work. They are amazing to watch in action. I’m usually the guy next to the punch bowl looking at my phone - sad.