People are surprised that I can jodel a bit. My geeky high-schools self worked hard to build this skill.
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I never forget a face
I never forget a face but damn if I can remember their name. Drives my wife nuts, when she asks me who that was
Cooking. IDK why but everyone assumes I don't know how to cook. I must fit a stereotype or something. The last time I lived alone I cooked (or had leftovers of something I cooked) every night for like 8 months. I tell people that and they are always surprised. It's a big reason I hate living with roommates because the kitchen situation is so chaotic I can't really do that anymore.
Same, and especially baking bread, which people seem to think is an involved, laborious process that requires dedication and being obsessed. I learned it on youtube lol. Making a loaf of really good bread takes like 10 minutes of actual work; the rest of the time it's making itself.
I surprise ppl with my drawing skills, and they always say my place is nice and cosy. Everyone who comes over for the first time gets weirdly surprised. I am not sure if that is a skill tho xD
I'm a huge guy, 6'8" and immensely heavy, people do a double take when I tell them I can and do windsurf.
Juggle a football only with my weak foot.
People are surprised that I'm really good with horses. I'm a very short, timid person, but I can handle the huge animals with ease.
I'm able to forget most things my dad says ... he has an opinion of everything and will babble for 20 minutes about stuff no one else in the house cares about.
Also, I can picture a blueprint in 3d.
Compared to most people, I know a fuck ton of keyboard shortcuts making me look like a computer wizard.
I can put a needle in any body cavity (of someone else). Or a wire or a catheter. Besides the skull and a few more delicate ones I also know how to do that without actually killing the person. Well,at least not "certainly" killing... accidents happen.
Nobody expects me to be a baker. I damn near killed a stand mixer making bagel dough once xD
Somehow, it's a surprise to people that I'm a competent trumpet player. As if every high school in the state doesn't have a band class. Fully half of my graduating class in high school were musicians of some kind between chorus, orchestra and band classes. But somehow nobody expects a random dude in his mid-30's to pick up a trumpet and play a few bars of Ravel's Bolero.
Juggle. I'm by no means a master, but I know my way around quite a few different juggling things. Balls, sticks, hoops, the two sticks you hold with the longer one you juggle in the middle, diabolos/Chinese yo-yos.
I am always amazed by my inability to fall on ice. I can lose my balance, but always catch myself at the last second.
I'm really good at hating myself.