Here is a list of my top talents I cannot avoid and wouldn’t want nurtured. These are the things that help me blunder through life when I am not writing.
One, I cannot remember names or faces. Sure, it happens to all of us. Sometimes. But, all the time? Some people are bad with names and others with faces. What about the ones like me who are bad at both? It just means that I forget all my neighbours whom I meet occasionally, my spouse’s colleagues and people I meet at social gatherings. However, I am aware of my shortcoming and to avoid making others feel bad, I cheerily respond to evey greeting that comes my way. I even engage in a conversation with such unknown (to my mind) people, hoping that exchanging a few sentences would remind me of who this really is.
Two, I cherish last moments. Not last moments of a life well lived but last moments leading to any task that needs to be completed, any deadline that needs to be met. As is rightly said, “If it weren’t for the the last moment, nothing would ever get done.” That’s me.
Three, I feel all objects in any enclosed space are meant to be bumped into. What else are they there for? So, when when I weave myself from point A to point B, I weave. Not walk straight, but go bump into anything moving or stationery.
Four, I love work. I always need a long list of tasks that need to be done. I love that list so much that I do not subtract anything. So, I leave things unfinished just so that I can come back and cherish the feeling of having plenty to do.
Five, I like everything organised. In their proper places. In colour coded bins. With labels. So much so, that by the time organising for one space is done, entropy has taken over and created more organising tasks in other spaces. Entropy or not, I still like to chase perfection.
What would you list as your greatest talent?