I'm great with a camera. I'm handy. I can build a house. I kickbox. I win. I'm a writer. This summer I'm taking up guitar and singing too. I'm not really good at either. :biggrin:
I learned calculus in 20 minutes. I can do wheelchair tricks (things people do on bikes\skateboards) I can cook anything I taste I dunno what else. those are the fun ones.
Apparently I'm "great" at giving advice, even if I don't like to do it. I ask allot of silly questions - I count that as a talent. I'm pretty good at drawing. I come up with allot of weird creature's. Just yesterday I drew a Jelly-Fox, Jelly-Panda, a pink pony with yellow hair wearing white boots, and about a week or so before that I drew a picture of two slices of toast sitting side by side watching a sunset. So now, after looking at the picture, whenever someone goes to take a bite into some toast, they'll probably stop and think "what if this toast has a sweetheart back in the loaf? Nooo, what have I done?!" I can go pour milk onto a bowl of cerial, and it'd burst into flames. I've never met another person with that skill. I could do jimmy-flip's all day long. I can take my thumb and then push it down to touch my forearm. Apparently that's pretty cool. I can run the 100 meter sprint in world record time. But not from a standing start, and I have to be running down a steep hill - prefferably while the wind is pushing me along.
:smilielol5: Funniest mental image. Rosey, you're fantastic. You do give advice. And you have a talent for "tolerating" people, and seeing it from them perspective. And never judging people. You've also got a lot of empathy. I call bullshit.
I'm fairly skilled at masturbation. And can do 80 pushups. I think the masturbation helped with that though.
Damn straight that counts. For 4 years, I worked at a grocery store, and was well known for whistling along with the music they played throughout the store. Everyone seemed to like my whistling, because of my musical background, and my joy (being retired, it was a disposable job, so I didn't give a crap except to just do my thing in my own way, which worked, and therefore I was happier working there than my years in industry. I could say what I wanted to say, and do things the way I felt was best, regardless of what the asst. mgr. had to say about it,,) I loved the peeps. I loved the freedom. I loved whistling as I worked. People would come in frequently and tell me, and the managers, how when they saw me it made them happy. I was happy, and I radiated that. Sometimes people would tell me that their "dad whistled", or that "people don't whistle anymore",, Whistling is just cool. But not all people are with you on it: I worked for the highway department for years, and while working on my back one day in the shop, fixing a flail mower on a tractor, down on my back on the floor, I was whistling while I worked. The super came into the room, and hearing me whistling, told my boss to yank me into the office and tell me to quit whistling on the job. Some people,,,
Heh.. I like you. You don't even know me and you've complimented me like 3 times already. Not even chat or RT regs do that.
They're just used to you. After a while, you don't know what you've got. Familiarity breeds contempt, and all,,haha. Or maybe they don't want to ruin you. You may get all swelled up and start seeking "independent agent" status, and go selling yourself to the highest bidder,,