Some things don’t get easier. But they should. You shouldn’t just get older and wiser, but older and better. Apparently, all that you get better at is accepting that you will always be hopeless at some things, and at managing the unnerving realisation that this is pretty much how it is always going to be. You are not going to wake up in a few years and have worked off the less pleasing aspects of your personality.
You can find new things to be hopeless at, to ring the changes. Or you can just be hopeless at the old things, in a new place. You do mind a bit less, but only because you’ve minded too much, too often before.
Is that really it?
Beg pardon. I am also good at some things, and getting better at others. Just not today.
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