Someone asked the question: Do you speak more than one language?
As I pondered my utter failure to learn any other language anything like well enough to get beyond frustration I realised that there are many things I'll never be able to do.
Languages. I passed an O Grade in French and promptly forgot everything I learned... or so I thought. Then when I tried to learn Spanish - living in a Spanish-speaking country and doing lessons wasn't apparently enough, although I did discover that I hadn't forgotten all the French as odd words insisted on appearing in the middle of Spanish sentences. So no, I can understand some Spanish when it's spoken and read some French and it's anyone's guess what language you'll get when I try to answer a question.
Gardening. I mean, really, how hard can it be? Very actually. I have whatever the opposite of green fingers.
Sketching. I'd love to be able to make a drawing look the way that it looks in my head, but I've never managed it.
Tidiness. Some people create order in their wake... I don't, but, good grief, I've tried.
Care too much about my appearance. Very very occasionally I've tried to be glamorous and 'well-put-together' the effort has always been too much to sustain for more than about 10 minutes.
Follow a recipe. On the face of it, this should be the simplest thing. Just read what it says and follow the instructions. I think I've managed it maybe twice and decided it wasn't worth the discipline. In any case, busking turns out OK... most of the time.
Do craft. I hate it all that sticking and gluing and fixing. Makes a mess and never works out. I suppose it's like following the recipe without the benefit of a bowl to lick.
Run fast. Just not built for it.
See the point of oysters. Like snot with grit in it.
Be ready early. If there's not a deadline, it won't happen. And even if it does, it'll be with moments to spare.
Remember my own phone number. Really. I've had the same mobile number since early 2000 and I still don't know it off by heart.
Considering this catalogue of inability and failure - all of which I have comfortably come to terms with, it's no wonder I'm not a polyglot, or even a duoglot if such a thing existed. Ho hum.
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