How I Mastered ChopsticksPosted: April 6, 2015
I’ve told this you before – I don’t believe in bragging. That’s one of the cool things about me.
I passed this idea on to my son. Not the idea that I’m cool, but that bragging isn’t. He lives by a code that says that it is better to show people what he can do instead of telling them. He’s a wise man.
Unfortunately, there are some things that I do well that don’t lend themselves to showing you here. Because of that, I’ve had to tell you that I am the King Of Parallel Parking and that I am exceptionally good at peeling oranges. I’m going to have to go against my principles and brag to you about something else I’m good at.
I Can Feed Myself In Asian Rim Countries
Chopsticks. Not the piano tune called chopsticks; I’m talking about the eating utensils common to east Asian countries. I am really good at using chopsticks.
There was a time in my life that I couldn’t say that I was adept with chopsticks. If I wanted to finish eating dinner before breakfast, I had to have a fork. A fork or perhaps a knife to sharpen my chopsticks into tools that I understood how to use. My fingers just couldn’t make the sticks work.
That time has passed; I’m really good with them. Small bits of food, no problem. That stray piece of rice? Up and off the plate in one quick try. The only thing I haven’t mastered eating with chopsticks is soup; give me time, I’ll find a way.
Some who read this will understand the pride that I feel in being able to say that I’ve mastered chopsticks because they, too, have them licked. Others will wonder if I could teach them to do what I now do instinctively. No. No I can’t.
When I Say That I Can’t, What I Mean Is That I Can’t
Given that I’m bragging about my skills, my seeming to refuse to teach you about chopsticks might seem uncool. But things are not what they seem. I’m not refusing to tell you how I do it. It’s just that I don’t know how or why I’ve gone from incompetence to mastery overnight.
Yes, it was that simple. The last time I tried chopsticks before I became the best in the world at using them, I was helpless to feed myself. The next time that I picked up a pair of sticks I realized that I was not just competent with them, I was an artist. No moment where I saw the light, no epiphany. It just became as if I’d been born with sticks in hand.
As a person who has total mastery of something that eludes so many, I wish you luck in your battle to gain what I have.
And when you are successful, remember, it isn’t cool to brag.