Someone Asked, “What Is The Most Basic Thing You Are Terrible At?,” And 33 People Delivered

Doing anything while someone is watching.

Remembering somebody's name.

If a person comes up and says, "Hi, I'm Jim Peterson," I will have forgotten it by the time I've said "Hey. I'm NoxWild."

My attempts at folding fitted sheets are a chaotic masterpiece. It's like wrestling an octopus into submission every time. Does anyone feel me?

Sleeping. It takes so long to fall asleep. And I wake up wide awake multiple times a night. Nightmares constantly. I’ve tried all the things. Dark, light, silence, noise (tv, fan, white noise). I’m exhausted. I have a sleep study on April 29th. Cross your fingers they can help me cause your girl is sleepy.

Comforting sad people. I'll literally just stand there and be like, "you .. .you want some water?"

Small talk. I turn every casual conversation into an awkward dance of random facts and nervous laughter lol

Sense of direction. I navigate around well due to memorization. I have no feeling of which way to go. I can get lost after using the restaurant bathroom easy. 

Handwriting. It doesn’t seem to matter how hard I try it always looks like a drunk spider has stood in ink and wandered across the page.
Edit: Not a Dr so please ignore any medical advice I give out

Parallel parking. It's like my car has a force field that repels itself from the curb I swear

1. Socializing

2. Making new friends

3. Making small talk

4. Dancing

That last one sucks because I come from the DANCINGEST family. Every goddamn wedding it's a line of people trying to get me on the dance floor. Don't get me started on bachelorette weekends and the hours of clubbing they inevitably entail. People think I'm shy but I'm not, if I could dance I WOULD dance. I just have zero rhythm. I look like an injured cow having an epileptic fit when I try. So I don't subject myself, or others, to a public performance. I shouldn't be criticized for this. I should be THANKED.

Whistling

A signature that doesn’t look like a child forged it.

Breathing.

My lungs have collapsed twice to fatal levels. Spontaneous Pneumothorax.

I had to have surgery to permanently glue my left lung to the skin of my back.

I still occasionally feel them have "mini collapses" once or twice a year. But Anything less than 25% or so (I am not a doctor) can fix itself.

This makes strenuous activity, like going for a jog, a bit difficult. If I feel that familiar pain, everything stops for that day.

mental arithmetic

I'm Filipino, I'm supposed to sing like an angel.

I'm part of the 10% of the population who cannot sing to save their life.

Eating just one chip.

Holding a conversation.

Making pancakes. I can cook otherwise, I can bake, but for whatever reason, I can’t make pancakes.

Self-care.

Throwing.

I can throw a ball, but not far or fast. Never been able to. I'm in good shape, I got a good build, but don't count on me to be QB in your football game or pitcher on a baseball team. Something about my arm I just can't get it very fast.