I always feel like an impostor when I pronounce 'quinoa' correctly.

I asked my mirror for a compliment, and it laughed.

I'm so bad at parking, the lines move out of the way when I try to park.

I'm so bad at gardening, my plants file restraining orders against me.

I'm so bad at DIY projects, I once built a bookshelf that collapsed when I put a book on it.

I'm so bad at exercising, even my Fitbit complains about lack of activity.

I'm so bad at parallel parking, I once ended up parallel to the curb.

I'm so bad at fixing things, I once broke a tap fixing a leak.

I'm so bad at taking selfies, the camera begs for mercy.

I'm so bad at texting, autocorrect writes in all caps when I type.

I'm so bad at decision-making, I once made a pro-con list that had only cons.

I'm so bad at drawing that my stick figures look confused.

I'm so bad at adulting, I still rely on my mom to make appointments for me.

I'm so bad at sleeping, I envy insomniacs.

I'm so bad at budgeting, my wallet laughs at me.

I'm so bad at parking, I can't even parallel park in an empty lot.

I'm so bad at relationships, even my pet ghosted me.

I'm so bad at DIY projects, Pinterest banned me for safety reasons.

I'm so socially awkward, I once high-fived someone going for a handshake.

I'm so bad at math, my calculator refuses to work for me.

I'm so clumsy, I can trip over my own shoelaces.