Lurning Kerve

I've bumped against a wall in learning physical skills more than once.

I am definitely doing something wrong, I cannot identify exactly what and thus cannot change anything specific about what I am doing to correct for it.

The end result is a whole lot of flailing around until something clicks and I can do it.

It's why I cannot throw a frisbee or play golf.  I've not had the time or inclination to put in the flailing.

Instructions consisted of a lot of frustrating time listening to someone explain in some alien grunting language what I was doing wrong.  "Then with your mouth tendrils..." is how it felt.  I felt like I could not learn to do it correctly because I lacked the hideous non-human anatomy granted them that made this task simple and they could never explain it to my any more than I could convince someone who is color blind that the top and bottom lights in a traffic signal are different colors.

Grunts like, "let go of it sooner!"  Throw  "No, SOONER!  That was LATER!"

It definitely made a huge number of "fun" activities "work" and since I was no good at them, I was not asked to participate, because the team I was on would lose.  This in turn made them no fun at all, so after a bit it stopped being worth it to put in the work.

This led me to an affinity to mechanical things.  Being a mechanic is dealing with readily definable and repeatable things.  Turn the wrench to the left, bolt loosens; go the other way it tightens.  EVERY TIME!

Yet I help friends out on their cars and it's like I was grunting with the aliens...

I changed the timing belt on The Lovely Harvey's Civic.  Her friends act like I'm some sort of wizard.  There was nothing complicated about it, just some things were hard to reach.

There are members of the car club I'm in who are flat out lost when you say, "did you check the ground?"  They actually look at their feet!

I know how they feel.