I’d trade my car repair skill for house repair, and my musical ability for math ability. Both of those are far more useful in life. Maybe also trade my computer ability for welding or woodworking.

  • bizarroland@lemmy.worldEnglish
    7·
    2 days ago

    I have the jack-of-all-trades skill.

    I can play guitar, piano, cello, oboe, drums and sing, write computer programs, poetry and short stories, read at a fairly fast pace (I’ve clocked myself at over 1800 pages a day, 4 full novels, without skipping sleep), I have decent eidetic memory, I’ve read multiple encyclopedia’s from A to Z, I am apparently unable to get lost, I can do carpentry and electrical work, home repairs, automobile repairs, fix electronics, toys, gewgaws and gadgets, I know dozens of stupid human tricks like folding joints out of place and flipping eyelids, crossing eyes and flexing tongue.

    I have literally never run into anything that I cannot do to some degree other than a pull-up or play the classical flute.

    If I had to trade that skill for something else, I do not know how to properly value it. All I know is that everyone around me considers it basically worthless.

    • bridgeenjoyer@sh.itjust.worksOP
      3·
      2 days ago

      I wonder how one gets your skills of all skills! Did you grow up without fear of failure and ADHD perhaps? Did you have good parents? Curious.

      • bizarroland@lemmy.worldEnglish
        4·
        2 days ago

        Massive fear of failure and incredibly abusive parents.

        Also, practically no support from them beyond food and shelter. Even clothing was a once a year if they remember kind of thing.

        I’m also vigilantly self-reliant, to the point that when I ask other people for help, they are often shocked.

          • bizarroland@lemmy.worldEnglish
            2·
            2 days ago

            Also, as far as how to get those skills, part of it is just being born with it. Both me and my dad are hyperlexic.

            We taught ourselves to read.

            My first words were “M-I-L-K, that spells milk”, which shocked the hell out of my mom because apparently we were driving around in a car and I saw the billboard and it clicked in my head.

            I was like nine months to a year old.

            The rest of it is just boredom. I was offered to skip grades multiple times, but my mom didn’t want to embarrass my older half-brother by having me be in the same grade or ahead of his grade, so I got held in place, and I still managed to graduate a year ahead of my class.

            With all of the extra free time for my mind to ramble, I read and consumed information and I was like, I’m going to do something great and I need to know everything I possibly can know in order to accomplish this greatness.

            Unfortunately…

            Being horrendously abused by the people that are supposed to be nurturing and caring for you makes it incredibly difficult to reach out and achieve greatness when the opportunity is in front of you.