i can't pay attention to the things i can't do, or don't do well. i just shift to trying to do something else until i find something i am good at doing. focusing on my flaws is not especially good for my performance.
I accept the things I'm not good at. I don't necessarily focus on them. I realize I'll never look graceful on a diving board, or be called Betty Crocker - I have accepted this.
Numbers make little sense to me in general. I barely squeaked by in highschool retard math. English and artistic classes I zipped through, but til this day I struggle with subtraction of large numbers and cannot begin to understand Algebra or any higher form of mathematics.
You are white trash and people here pretend to like what you say because you have a nice looking face.
...and once again, Bobtraw's fascination with me presents itself...
I think you want me really badly, and feel so spurned 'cause I think you're a fat ugly douchebag, that your sense of rejection portrays itself in hostility against me. I can't even count how many times you've addressed how pretty I am - then call me names and say "looks don't matter" - then attack other for their looks. But never me....you fucking want me REALLY badly, and we both know it.
I can't lick my eyebrows or tell if the water is cold and deep.
I can't pop my knuckles
I cant sing even though I do when no one is around
I can't look at the toilet paper after I wipe my ass
that's about it really
You should really learn how to crack your knuckles. My punch always has extra impact because I've been cracking them since I was young. There is no longer anything "ladylike" about my hands - but my knuckles leave a mark now, 'cause they get all swollen and bony after cracking them for years.
Originally Posted by Babs
I cannot make a decent pie crust.
Pre-bought shells, Babs. Accept your short-coming, and bow to the professionals.