I have just recovered from a small ordeal precipitated by a technical error of mine. Incompetence, I am relieved to tell you, does not infect every aspect of my character but it is present in a number of them and finds its purest expression in my dealings with computers. Someone very helpful suggested to me the other day that I use a Statburger or some other device because it would show me where my visitors were coming from. I already suspect that eleven come from the USA, five from the UK and of course I must not forget the Albanian sheep farmer who is currently located in Germany. Nevertheless it would be nice to have some clear statistical evidence of this. I worked away at the various questions. Email address etc until it said something like, “Download the HTML script and insert it in your fridge freezer for thirty minutes before frying over a light wood stove.”. I may have got that bit wrong, but once it mentioned HTML codes my IQ panicked and fled for the hills.
I don’t know why that is. Why we say to ourselves we can do one thing but not another. “He’s the creative type you know, don’t let him anywhere near your tool kit”, or, “He’s an engineer, he doesn’t play the piano, he operates it”. If I’m honest with myself I panic because I can. Not being good at computers means that someone will probably rescue me. On the other hand I am quite happy to give a forty-five minute lecture on how to make perfect scrambled eggs. Not as easy as you think. The whisking is absolutely key. Hang on, I’m getting carried away here. For reasons which are hard to explain my offer to provide a lecture on the subject at some of the countries leading theatres has not been taken up.
What I do know is, that if I suddenly needed to be good with computers I could learn as well as the next man. In the same way other people might be able to master the complexities of scrambled eggs. The truth is we can all be good at much more than we think. Not being good at something is often an indulgence but not a characteristic