rhophiehalul78
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I want to see the drawings and a video of you juggling please?
then you are definitely not too good at things tbh
OP reminds me of the Perfect Dark guards that walk up, point their guns a you, do a roll to the left and exclaim "I'm just too good".
You haven't accomplished anything, silly guard.
A new flute was invented in China. A Japanese master musician discovered the subtle beauties of its tone and brought it back home, where he gave concerts all around the country. One evening he played with a community of musicians and music lovers who lived in a certain town. At the end of the concert, his name was called. He took out the new flute and played one piece. When he was finished, there was silence in the room for a long moment. Then the voice of the oldest man was heard from the back of the room: Like a god!
The next day, as this master was packing to leave, the musicians approached him and asked how long it would take a skilled player to learn the new flute. Years, he said. They asked if he would take a pupil, and agreed. After he left, they decided among themselves to send a young man, a brilliantly talented flautist, sensitive to beauty, diligent and trustworthy. They gave him money for his living expenses and for the masters tuition, and sent him on his way to the capital, where the master lived.
The student arrived and was accepted by his teacher, who assigned him a single, simple tune. At first he received systematic instruction, but he easily mastered all the technical problems. Now he arrived for his daily lesson, sat down, and played his tune and all the master could say was, Something lacking. The student exerted himself in every possible way; he practiced for endless hours; yet day after day, week after week, all the master said was, Something lacking. He begged the master to change the tune, but the master said no. The daily playing, the daily something lacking continued for months on end. The students hope of success and fear of failure became ever magnified, and swung from agitation to despondency.
Finally the frustration became too much for him. One night he packed his bag and slinked out. He continued to live in the capital city for some time longer, until his money ran dry. He began drinking. Finally, impoverished, he drifted back to his own part of the country. Ashamed to show his face to former colleagues, he found a hut far out in the countryside. He still possessed his flutes, still played but found no new inspiration in music. Passing farmers heard him play and sent their children to him for beginners lessons. He lived this way for years.
One morning there was a knock at his door. It was the oldest past-master from his town, along with the youngest student. They told him that tonight they were going to have a concert, and they had all decided it would not take place without him. With some effort they overcame his feelings of fear and shame, and almost in a trance he picked up a flute and went with them. The concert began. As he waited behind the stage, no one intruded on his inner silence. Finally, at the end of the concert, his name was called. He stepped out onto the stage in his rags. He looked down at his hands, and realized that he had chosen the new flute.
Now he realized that he had nothing to gain and nothing to lose. He sat down and played the same tune he had played so many times for his teacher in the past. When he finished, there was silence for a long moment. Then the voice of the oldest man was heard, speaking softly from the back of the room: Like a god!
Almost everything that I do has come extremely easy to me. From when I was a child, to an adult.
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Any time there is an obstacle that requires hard work to overcome, I give up.
Do you know that you're good at those things, or do people just tell you that you are?
His mom tells him he's the best at those things
My mom is my biggest critic. She's one of the only people that says I should think realistically about music, and how hard it is to make a living with it. I tend to tune her out on that regard, because my dream job is to be a producer/engineer.
It's everyone else that tells me I'm good.
I think they are just being nice mate. It's like those singing auditions on American Idol when they are pretty bad and they cry and say "But my family said i was the best singer they have ever heard!" - they could just be being nice when all is said and done...
If there's one thing that I know that I'm good at, It's music.
If there's one thing that I know that I'm good at, It's music.
How do you know this? Because you played your friends a song and they all said "yeah it's nice?" - it's pretty hard to know you are good at something unless you have the scores/feedback/awards/achievements to back it up.
Soundcloud?
EDIT: or Youtube, since you lack devotion, it's easier to Youtube.
You're right. Stealthy it isn't.This is not a stealth brag thread.
If those are the first things that pop into your head, then congratulations, you're a master at activities that no one gives a shit about. Join the rest of us in the real world.
I'm going to let you in on a secret. This is nothing special and is not a sign of intellect.
What makes someone intelligent? They can process things fast, and they can process complicated things. For this to work, you have to have a comprehensive, complete and efficient model of whatever you are processing. To achieve a comprehensive and efficient model in your brain, first you need to have knowledge. This is gained via learning. That is simply hard work. In addition to knowledge, your "brain model" needs to be efficient. Solving paradoxes (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cognitive_dissonance) in your brain function is incredibly taxing. Your view of the world and knowledge in it needs to be clear and paradox-free for it to work well and fast. Otherwise your brain has to work extra to compensate for these paradoxes, making your performance worse than your peers.
The need for a "brain model" is seen in cases where people can seem brilliant when talking about their expertise, but completely inept in day-to-day life. They have completely dedicated their lives in pursuit of knowledge in specific areas, so they have (relative) difficulties in functioning outside that area of knowledge. Because they neglected learning in that area.
I believe genetics are nowhere nearly as important as people make it when it comes to intellect. The reason why you did well as a child and well into adulthood is most likely because you were raised in a good environment by people who gave you all the tools to succeed. You managed to build a good model that required very little effort to process. The only difference between you and those who did worse was the point when they gave up, the point when they stopped learning.
I like to think that genetics provide the "maximum ceiling" for what you can do with your brain, but very few people utilise the potential to the fullest. It's the same with physical abilities. Sure, genetics might decide the maximum potential you can have, but in grand scale, outside debilitating disabilities, genetics are irrelevant to how much you can bench or how long you can run. As with physical abilities, your mental abilities are mainly determined by the effort you put in building them.
Übermatik;167171601 said:I still want to see your drawings...
Cold. Bloooooded.
I don't understand how running your own clothing company fits into this. Went to your Instagram and I see your company is running and sponsoring a basketball league...
Those seem like the actions of an entrepreneur not a lazy person.
No, not really.
Any time there is an obstacle that requires hard work to overcome, I give up.
Are you a juggler?
I personally find the failure of not even trying more distasteful than trying, failing and trying again. It's the line between living heroically and living cowardly. You can never, ever be too good at something... True mastery its always finding tiny details to improve, to never stop learning, to relish challenges.
Call it whatever you want, 'too good', 'gifted', 'naturally skilled', they're all expressions of not trying... the worst kind of failure. It's rightly called out and ridiculed.
On a constructive note, consider the parabel of the master flutist by Stephen Nachmanovitch:
Didn't list Sex. Hold that L, OP.
It's better than expected.
Yep, pretty much. A lot of people are being dicks... it was clear that you struggled to find the right wording for the feeling you were going through.You sound like the average gifted student, actually. What you describe is what many gifted and talented students go through.
If you learn to bunker down and hone one single skill, you can become incredibly successful, even late in life.
Yep, pretty much. A lot of people are being dicks... it was clear that you struggled to find the right wording for the feeling you were going through.
You're not good at capitalizing words, so don't fret too much.
1. Not sure what you mean.
2. I didn't say I was good at everything.