I already had some things in mind when I went to write this. Then I googled, “Things you should know how to…”, and discovered so many more inadequacies. Thanks, interwebs!
Did you know that there are quite a few lists of the 25 Things Everyone Should Know How To Do by 25? And did you know that there are items on each of them that I still can’t do, even at the ripe old age of much-more-than-25?
Here’s just a small sampling of Things I Don’t Know How To Do (But Should):
1) Write a G That Doesn’t Resemble a 6
I’m completely serious when I say that it was within the last two years that I learned that the horizontal line in a capital G doesn’t go all the way. It takes 99% of my concentration to write a G that you won’t mistake for a 6. Probably shouldn’t have named my son George, or 6eorge, as many know him. By the way, this wasn’t on the list of 25 Things Everyone Should Know How To Do by 25 because I’m pretty sure most people master this by kindergarten.
Practically, I know how to iron. You heat it up, and apply some pressure with the iron to the article of clothing, moving it around in little circles. I understand that’s how it works. It’s just that when I do it, it doesn’t work. It doesn’t do anything. My clothes look the same after I’ve “ironed” them as they did before. Can you tell which one is before and which is after? Neither can my husband/coworkers/people giving me pitying looks on the street.
3) Put On Make Up
The only thing sadder than a grown woman being unable to do her own make up is a grown woman watching those YouTube videos on how to put on make up and failing miserably. And by sadder, I might mean funnier. If I had a magic wand that instantly gave me any special talent, I’d want to be able to contour like Jennifer Aniston. That’s a lie; my first wish would be to be able to sing like Adele. Aniston contouring skills would be a close second. I’m too embarrassed to post a before/after because it’s too similar to the ironing before/after.
4) Ask for a Raise
Here’s how it usually goes when I prepare to ask for a raise.
- Come up with list of accomplishments that merit a raise.
- Role play with Matty where I am me and he is (a meaner, more savage version of) my boss.
- Walk into meeting room with boss, whole body shaking with adrenaline.
- Boss preempts me with, “We’re gonna give you a .0000001% raise.”
- Me: Thank you so much!
This is kind of like ironing. I know “how” to do it; I just suck at it. I even sewed a teal blue stuffed walrus in 7th grade Home Ec. (Also, ask me about my Microwaved Apple Crumble recipe!) Yes, I’m old enough that I had Home Ec in junior high, but not old enough to know how to write a proper G. Thank you, Matty, for doing my sewing for me.
6) Keep a Clean House
Some people are neat; some people aren’t. And it’s really, really, really hard for the non-neat people to become neat, even when they try their hardest. Seriously, Matty.
7) Deal with Digital Photos
There’s an old sailor’s saying, “If you don’t know how to tie a knot, tie a lot.” That’s kind of my photography philosophy. So, for example, if Hazy is looking so chic and grown up drinking her Starbucks in her red boots, I’ll follow her around like she’s Teresa Giudice and I’m a paparazzo and it’s late 2014. Later, I’ll upload all my photos to our home computer, and be too overwhelmed by their sheer numbers to delete the ones where she’s a) walking away from me, b) a blur, or c) drizzling hot chocolate dregs down her chin (although come on, that’s a keeper). Multiply this times EVERY DAY FOR 8 YEARS and you get an idea of how many photos are currently jamming up my computer.
Next thing you know, I have 14,000 pictures on our home computer, and it takes 10 minutes to perform simple tasks like “opening Microsoft Word” or “emptying trash” or “force quit everything.”
8) Exhibit One Small Shred of Will Power
These are called Million Dollar Bars.
I’ve been putting on a few pounds lately, so I told myself I’d just eat half of one of these to enjoy the taste. Well, it turns out I really enjoyed the taste. So much, I went back and ate the other half. And then another sliver. And another. I’ve now had about three million dollars in bars. It’s only 1:24.
Please make me feel better about myself by confessing something you can’t do in the comments.
10 thoughts on “Basic Life Skills I Lack”
I can’t pour. I can’t even get milk into my coffee without spilling some on the counter. Truth.
It’s a real problem.
I can’t remember simple words for things. “Come eat your…(breakfast)…dinner.” “Mom, it’s breakfast…” “Oh right.” Is it possibly Alzheimer’s, call it what you want, but it spills over into meeting new people – “hi, I’m linda” “nice to meet you…ah…what was it?” “Linda”. “oh right, what? I wasn’t listening…”
Hospital corners elude me at every turn. I just blindly stuff all the sheets under the mattress and cross myself. Surprisingly, that does NOT work and my feet fall victim to those pesky, under-the-bed monsters. Sigh …
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Hospital corners? That’s advanced level stuff.
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Spot on! Please send any make-up tips my way…..digital photos: my answer is buying more memory on iPhones – I am on 256…….and will power: (the lack of it) gets me every time
Same. I’m shocked I haven’t run out of memory on my phone yet. (Knock on wood.)
First of all, pls send the recipe for Million Dollar Bars – I need one. Things I’m pretty sure I should be able to do but I can’t: Change a tire, balance a checkbook (is that even a thing anymore?), and make pancakes. Its probably best that I can’t make pancakes though, or else I’d be late for work every day and need much larger jeans.