I am the worst teacher in the world. I'm a good golfer, but I can't teach golf. I'm a good writer, but I can't teach writing. I'm good at fractions, but I send my daughter to her mother, who is terrible at fractions, but who is a teacher.
Because every time I'm presented with an opportunity to teach anyone anything, I'm visited by two consecutive thoughts:
1. This person will never be able to learn what I'm teaching, because people are dumb. (Seriously, that's the thought, in those words.)
2. Anyway, I am a mass communicator. It's criminally inefficient for me to dick around trying to teach some skill to one person. (Yes. In my unwitting mind, I describe the holy act of teaching as "dicking around.")
Why do I write, you ask? Because it gives me an excuse not to teach.
(That's not why you write?)