Funny enough, I can parallel park! When I was 16, so many decades ago, we were told we had to do it to pass the test, so I memorized the directions and practiced. Came time for the test, I knocked it out so perfectly the instructor was like, “OK, ya got it, next test.”, before I even finished! Quite proud of that BTW!
Wasn’t until my 40s until I cold instinctively tell left from right, horizontal to vertical, still take a split second to think on it. At least I don’t have to snap my left hand, only one I can do it on, to find left vs. right!
Day to day? I have loads of crappy guns that I’m experimenting with. Love the hobby so much because it stretches my spatial recognition to the very limit without being too frustrating. For example, I was shooting, or trying to shoot, a little .22 rifle today. The bolt won’t close all the way. For the fucking life of me I cannot see why it no longer moves far enough forward. One day I’ll take it apart and put it back together again, it’ll just work, and I’ll have no idea why.
And no, I cannot fold a fitted sheet. My mother could make one flat as a pancake and wrap a gift like it came from a robot. Me? Nope.
Funny enough, I can parallel park! When I was 16, so many decades ago, we were told we had to do it to pass the test, so I memorized the directions and practiced. Came time for the test, I knocked it out so perfectly the instructor was like, “OK, ya got it, next test.”, before I even finished! Quite proud of that BTW!
Wasn’t until my 40s until I cold instinctively tell left from right, horizontal to vertical, still take a split second to think on it. At least I don’t have to snap my left hand, only one I can do it on, to find left vs. right!
Day to day? I have loads of crappy guns that I’m experimenting with. Love the hobby so much because it stretches my spatial recognition to the very limit without being too frustrating. For example, I was shooting, or trying to shoot, a little .22 rifle today. The bolt won’t close all the way. For the fucking life of me I cannot see why it no longer moves far enough forward. One day I’ll take it apart and put it back together again, it’ll just work, and I’ll have no idea why.
And no, I cannot fold a fitted sheet. My mother could make one flat as a pancake and wrap a gift like it came from a robot. Me? Nope.