There are a lot of things that one could be bad at. Some folks can't throw a baseball, train a dog, or cook anything that doesn't come in a box. Me? I am a terrible sitter.
I know, this doesn't sound like a problem. But most people I know are excellent sitters. Sitting is the equivalent of relaxing to most people. (Go ahead, you can replace "most" with "normal" if you want.) In general, people like to sit and talk, or sit and watch TV, or sit at the computer...I can't sit and do anything without knitting, reading, or doing something else in another room, running in every now and then to get caught up on the action. This is all considered rude by other "sitters", who for the most part do not understand how anyone would not want to sit and "relax". Sitting still for hours with nothing to occupy my hands? Are you crazy?
Nothing about sitting is relaxing for me, which sitters can't seem to wrap their mind around. The thing is, if I run 6-12 miles, bike 25 miles, or swim 1 mile - then I can sit. For a little while. I guess I am like a dog, I need a good walk to sit still and behave, preferably twice a day. So I try to wear myself out when I know that these situations are going to arise, so I can "sit". Good girl.
My friends and family know this about me, that I don't sit well. Yet, when I get up at 5am to go for a run, or pull out the knitting needles as soon as I sit down, knowing it is going to be a while, they shake their heads. I really do try to sit but I find if my hands are empty that my mind wanders and I don't hear a thing that anyone is saying. But if I am a little tired and have something in my hands, I am listening.
The other thing with sitters. They don't understand training and are amazed that I participate in triathlons, marathons, and century rides. I like to feel strong and able, and besides, what the heck else am I going to do with this energy? Let it dissipate? Plus, if I don't feed that fire, it will burn out - like I am afraid it has with the sitters in my life.
Happy Holidays to all...