No, you go, I insist...

I recently went ice skating with a friend. His Mom is a former professional figure skater, so naturaly he is a good skater. He came equiped with his own fancy schmancy skates with nice little blade covers and waited in line with me as I rented my worn and stinky hockey skates. He was irritated by the condition of the ice, which looked as if the zamboni hadn't glazed over it for at least a decade, but this didn't bother me in the least; he seemed irritated by how crowded the rink was, the kids falling with out warning right in front of you. I thought it made the ice skating a bit more like dodge ball, it added an extra element of danger on the ice. I really like to go ice skating, but I am complete crap at it. My friend was under the misconception that I actually had a bit of talent on the ice, though I never alluded to this! I had so much fun, and I didn't fall once. I felt as if I was holding my skating partner back though, and I could tell he was thinking the same. He seemed surprised that I could have fun at something that I so blatently suck at, and I do, all the time, is that so odd? I don't seem to have a competitive bone in my body, and I for sure don't mind publicly humiliating myself in the name of fun. Have I no shame? I like to do loads of things that I am total rubbish at, why should the fact that I have no skills at something stop me from having a good time? Apparently, some of my friends actually like to only do things they are good at, with people who are good at these things. I can't imagine anything more dull, but then again, they have decided to keep me on the sidelines to fetch water and cheer them on. I seem to be quite good at that. I love to go karting, ride dirt bikes, go climbing, play football, tennis, ice skating, swimming, play croquet, kickball; these things are loads of fun and they make me happy; and yet I totaly suck at all of them. I just don't see the importance of taking such simple pleasures so seriously, of being a competitive person while doing something for fun, things stop being fun when people play too competitively; there seems to be enough in life to actually take seriously. For the record, my friend said that I was exceptionally mediocre at skating, and that's okay, I don't mind being an exceptionally mediocre ice skater. Being mediocre at the things in life that are really important, the things that really matter, well, that would be unbearable.