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- Feb 20, 2019
I don’t know how to whistle.
I was 11 when I found out that Jamaica wasn’t really in Africa.
I was 11 when I found out that Jamaica wasn’t really in Africa.
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I was 11 when I found out that Jamaica wasn’t really in Africa.
How do you think I feel, just learning that now?
Dancing with a partner, like ballroom dancing. I can do two-step if its country music but anything more sophisticated than that and I'm absolute shit. It's weird since my mother had me take tap and ballet for since I was four.
Lot of buses these days just use passes with magnetic strips. Swipe through the machine, wait for confirmation beep, sit down and shut up. Some will use punch cards. Most buses still allow for coins and bills, though this is a pain in the ass IMO and is generally less cost-effective.I don't know how to ride the bus because the only time I boarded in the past I was riding for free with a student discount but nobody even checked ... so I don't know where or how to pay my fare or if that's even a thing people do.
Wait are you serious? You're supposed to open your mouth blowing your nose?I was 18 before somebody told me you've got to open your mouth when you blow your nose.
Can't ride a bike, nor do I have my driver's license, just a permit I renew every year so I don't have to take the test again. Like I have the skills to drive, but I just don't like driving. Everyone thinks I have anxiety about the road when I don't even have panic attacks. Maybe I don't trust myself to pay attention to the road while my brain goes a million miles an hour on whatever shit I feel like thinking about, but I just don't like it. I hate how it feels, I just don't know how to explain it. And I've felt this way before the time my dad freaked out and started yelling after I turned on the wrong street and drove down it for a couple of miles on the way back home from my umpteenth failed time to get a license (fuck parallel parking).
It's funny that I can't ride a bike because up until my feet got too big to fit and I never upgraded to a bigger size, I liked to roller blade. Couldn't do fancy tricks or the like, but I liked to gear up (safety first) and just skate down the sidewalk. I might've lost that skill now due to not having skates for years, but I dunno.
Also can't whistle or snap my fingers. I've tried to snap my fingers, but I don't know what I'm doing wrong, and I don't really think it's because I'm still a nail-biter. Also can't braid, never had anyone to practice it on, nor did I keep any of my Barbie dolls, and I didn't want to look in the mirror. I'm also certain I don't put make-up on very well either any time I try it.
Wait are you serious? You're supposed to open your mouth blowing your nose?![]()
Wait are you serious? You're supposed to open your mouth blowing your nose?![]()
Weird part is I’m sorta like this too, but only in the sense that I’m shit at imagining things in terms of images, I usually rely more on things like touch or sounds.Aphantasia - Wikipedia
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This is actually very good and I'm glad to hear it.I didn’t know men got erections until high school
Same in a sense, though my issue is that my facial hair seems to grow miserably slowly after like the first 1/4 inch and doesn't pattern properly for a goatee or a good vandyke. I tend to err on the side of "shave it off entirely" but I spent like a good MONTH walking around with weird scraggly facial hair simply because I wanted to get a good sense of how it grew and what I could do with it.-I can't trim\style my beard to save my life. I either let it grow all the way or shave it all off. Every time I decide I'll give myself a nice goatee or something or a circle beard I end up messing it up till it looks so uneven and horrible I just have to shave it all away, lest I walk around looking like Hitler with pubic hair stuck on his face.