Over at daniellelaporte.com, Danielle wrote her own post listing what she sucks at. She says that by listing your shortcomings, you give yourself permission to pursue your genius. You may have heard me say before, “If it’s not a hell yes, it’s a hell no” and this is exactly what this is eluding to.
So many of us women try to be the best at everything. But, many times we just naturally suck at it, and/or loathe it all together. I’m here to tell you- most likely this is just how you naturally are. So, let’s let go of the shame, guilt and embarrasment. Stop apologizing for it once and for all.
So, it’s my turn to list some things I absolutely suck at. Here they are:
I suck at taking orders. This is why I’m happiest being my own boss. I have been written up on previous jobs for insubordination (mostly back talk and eye rolling).
I suppose I can add to the above- I’m terrible at ass kissing. Every part of my being avoids this. I give compliments and acknowledgments only when they come straight from my heart. I could probably change a tire (I don’t know how) in the pitch black dark easier than I can kiss someone’s ass.
I suck at having compassion for people who are stuck in their story. There, I said it. I try and try, but I cannot wrap my head around the fact that someone cannot move past their victim role, especially after a decent amount of time has passed by. In the coaching world we call this, “something I cannot be with”. I cannot be with people who choose to stay victims.
I suck at house cleaning. I told my husband when we we’re first dating, “I’m good at a lot of things, cleaning house is not one of them”. I wanted him to have full disclosure before he thought about marrying me. I swear it’s in people’s DNA. My mom and my sister are house cleaning maniacs. I grew up in a house that looked like a model home. No dirt or mess anywhere. That strand of DNA clearly skipped me.
I suck at keeping in touch. There are so many people I think of on a regular basis that I truly care about, but when it comes to actually picking up the phone and calling, I drop the ball time and time again. Months go by and the guilt creeps in, so I procrsatinate more.
I also suck at following instructions, especially tutorials. Just the word “tutorial” makes my skin crawl. Especially when it comes to technology. When I ask someone how to do something and they reply with, “Oh there’s this great 15-minute video tutorial on You Tube”, my head immediately hits the desk. No thank you in a million years. I don’t have the patience to learn something I really don’t care about learning. If it’s going to take longer than 1-2 minutes for me to learn, I’d be happy to pay someone to just do it for me.
So, what do you suck at?
You and I are so much alike Andrea.
I suck at house cleaning, keeping in touch, kissing ass, playing politics, and feeling compassion or empathy for someone who refuses to help him/herself. I also suck at communicating, trusting others, and following through on things I want to do for me.
Thanks for sharing, Christy! Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to make some phone calls
I suck at math. Just the thought of numbers makes me break into a cold sweat of panic and fear. I ALWAYS overtip, just in case. (Although I think you should overtip anyway.)
(I don’t like the word “suck.” You go ahead and use it. I don’t want to, and that’s fine, right?)
I absolutely stink at housecleaning. My husband and I compete on the Olympic level when it comes to messiness.
I stink at entertaining. See above. It makes me very nervous to have people in my house. Also, I’m naturally a hermit.
I stink at dancing. I have three left feet.
What’s the opposite of procrastination? I stink at that. I’m a really, really good procrastinator.
But I’m good at math, and I enjoy it, and I’d be very happy to help LyndawithaY any time she has to deal with numbers!
I LOVE that you used a word that resonates with you more
I’ll let you have the gold, but I’ll take the silver in not housecleaning! I just hired a maid and I LOVE her 
I suck at at gardening. I love it, and it was my late grandmother’s passion, but I can’t make a plant grow to save my life. My grandmother could take something dead and bring it back all Lazarus style, but I can take a lively new plant and make it wilt in record time. I have no clue what I’m doing wrong.
I suck at putting up with things. I believe that any situation should be changeable. If I have a sucky coworker or classmate, I’ll go out of my way to get put in a different project/group/etc. than them, instead of just dealing. If my life is sucky, I don’t ride it out, I go to great lengths to make it less sucky, even when time is the obvious optimal solution. I throw initiative at problems either long enough to make myself feel like I’m not waiting (but I really am, just in a distracted way), or until the problem is fixed.
I suck at being nice to jerky people. I really just want to whap them across the face with the Reality Check Bat and tell them that they’re lucky they get anything done in life with that kind of treatment they give to others.
I suck at finishing projects. I get bored if it takes too long, and I want to go on to cool other things.
I suck at dealing with children. They seem biologically designed to irritate the hell out of me, and even if it’s some close relative’s kid, I’m pretty sure everyone can smell the rage boiling out my ears when I get within thirty feet of a screaming child.
There you go.