I cannot juggle. I don’t generally lack in hand-eye coordination (not that I’m overly-gifted with it either, but I’d generally say that I’m at least average,) and I understand the theory of it well enough, I’ve even been able to teach people to juggle successfully, it’s just that I, myself, cannot juggle.
I’m also a reasonably handy, technically-minded person, again not an absolute wizard, but if I crack a gadget open, with a couple Google searches and how-to guides, I can usually understand more or less how things work and how to fix them if they’re broken.
But something about sewing machines breaks my mind. There’s something going on right around the bobbin that just doesn’t make sense to my brain and doesn’t seem like it should work, but it apparently does, because I’ve successfully used a sewing machine and can confirm first-hand that they work.
Lastly, I don’t like needles. It’s not a horrible phobia that sends me running for the hills, but something about needles sleeves me out like nothing else. I can suck it up and get my necessary vaccines and such, but I do kind of have to give myself a little internal pep-talk first. It’s not a fear of pain, I have pretty solid pain tolerance and needles really don’t hurt that much at all, it’s specifically needles that weird me out. If there was an option to get my vaccines where a doctor would shank me with a scalpel and rub the vaccine into the wound, I’d absolutely go for it.
I am with you on sewing machines, I have run it slowly while watching and it still breaks my mind. I don’t understand how the stitch can hold, what it looks like it’s doing would just unravel. It’s like it defies physics.
Needles make me faint. They don’t hurt too much, but… If I see one going in, the next thing I generally see is people crowded around trying to revive me.
Hell, I just started to see stars! I’m lying down, for eff sake!
It’s not blood either, I’ve been first on the scene a few times now and given first aid to some pretty messed up injuries.
I had a headache injection once, and the doctor mixed the drug with a giant needle as a stir stick, and he didn’t even get the real needle out before I was face down on the floor.
Luckily I don’t have it quite that bad I am just very uncomfortable with it.
Sprained my knee really badly once and the doctor used a giant syringe to drain some fluid after the swelling hadn’t gone down much after a couple weeks. Really didn’t like that, wasn’t even close to passing out, but can’t think I’ve ever been more uncomfortable.
Similarly I’ve also been on-scene with some pretty nasty injuries, and I work in 911 dispatch, I’m generally not bothered by too much.
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I cannot juggle. I don’t generally lack in hand-eye coordination (not that I’m overly-gifted with it either, but I’d generally say that I’m at least average,) and I understand the theory of it well enough, I’ve even been able to teach people to juggle successfully, it’s just that I, myself, cannot juggle.
I’m also a reasonably handy, technically-minded person, again not an absolute wizard, but if I crack a gadget open, with a couple Google searches and how-to guides, I can usually understand more or less how things work and how to fix them if they’re broken.
But something about sewing machines breaks my mind. There’s something going on right around the bobbin that just doesn’t make sense to my brain and doesn’t seem like it should work, but it apparently does, because I’ve successfully used a sewing machine and can confirm first-hand that they work.
Lastly, I don’t like needles. It’s not a horrible phobia that sends me running for the hills, but something about needles sleeves me out like nothing else. I can suck it up and get my necessary vaccines and such, but I do kind of have to give myself a little internal pep-talk first. It’s not a fear of pain, I have pretty solid pain tolerance and needles really don’t hurt that much at all, it’s specifically needles that weird me out. If there was an option to get my vaccines where a doctor would shank me with a scalpel and rub the vaccine into the wound, I’d absolutely go for it.
I am with you on sewing machines, I have run it slowly while watching and it still breaks my mind. I don’t understand how the stitch can hold, what it looks like it’s doing would just unravel. It’s like it defies physics.
Needles make me faint. They don’t hurt too much, but… If I see one going in, the next thing I generally see is people crowded around trying to revive me. Hell, I just started to see stars! I’m lying down, for eff sake! It’s not blood either, I’ve been first on the scene a few times now and given first aid to some pretty messed up injuries. I had a headache injection once, and the doctor mixed the drug with a giant needle as a stir stick, and he didn’t even get the real needle out before I was face down on the floor.
Luckily I don’t have it quite that bad I am just very uncomfortable with it.
Sprained my knee really badly once and the doctor used a giant syringe to drain some fluid after the swelling hadn’t gone down much after a couple weeks. Really didn’t like that, wasn’t even close to passing out, but can’t think I’ve ever been more uncomfortable.
Similarly I’ve also been on-scene with some pretty nasty injuries, and I work in 911 dispatch, I’m generally not bothered by too much.