There are (well, at least) 5 things that I’m really bad at, and I am in no hurry to correct them. Here they are, in order of when they pop into my head:
1. Figuring out kid’s channels on our cable TV: When I was little, we had THREE channels on TV. Cartoons were shown from 5pm to 6pm from Mondays to Fridays, and not on weekends. The hundreds of channels we have on our remote control these days exhaust me. I tried, once, to look through the channels, and could not find one single thing I wanted to watch. Consequently, TV is almost never on in our house except for when we watch movies, or recorded Food Network or HGTV shows. When Plum comes home from play dates at other people’s house, she tells me about this and that shows or kid/cartoon channels that she sees in her friend’s house, and I promise her that she can go for another play date at that house if she is invited back.
2. Twitter: Those hashtags and @ symbols? Don’t have a clue how to use them. I get annoyed when I read people’s Facebook posts that are littered with #’s. I have a feeling that I probably save a lot of free time not knowing. Perhaps I can save even more time not knowing how to use Facebook? Humm, you do have a point there.
3. Ironing clothes: since my post on ironing, you might be disappointed to find out that I have not yet mastered my ironing skill. I still keep my respectful distance from fabrics. What’s more, I have decided that there are other things in life I want to hone my skills on. Things like making yummy moist carrot cake with crème cheese frosting, or perfecting that elbow lock arm bar with a dramatic spin wrist take down finish. So adios, iron!
4. Driving on the highway: the advantage of growing up in Taipei and New York was the convenience of public transportation. I relied heavily on buses and subways. I didn’t get my driver’s license until medical school and driving was not part of my daily life until we moved to Los Angeles. Because of the late start, I have a healthy dose of fear for driving above 60 miles/hour. As such, I refuse to drive on the highway. Granted, 405 during rush hour is practically a parking lot. But I digress. Because of this incapacity, the radius of my daily life is approximately 5 miles, which I suspect, makes me a happier person.
5. Holding grudges: Speaking of being a happier person, I have emotional memory of a fish. Sometimes I laugh in the middle of an argument because somebody says something funny. Sleeping off steam seems to work just fine for me. I used to not be this way. In fact, I used excel in holding grudges. I’d be able to quote you back, verbatim, how I was particularly mistreated. During my oral board studying phase, I needed to clean up some valuable real estate space among my neurons in order to store more practical information. As a result, I realized just how much more relaxed not holding grudges made me. Besides, what is the point of holding grudges if I can take care of business right away with that perfect elbow lock arm bar with a dramatic spin wrist take down finish ;) Just kidding!!