Finger Snapping Jealousy

I remember when I was young I thought people who were good winkers had the world by the tail. I was hell bent at an early age to master the art of winking. Really, is anything cooler to a six year old than winking?

My brother in law Mike is not a winker. But, he is the kind of guy that says most of what he has to say with a fair amount of emphasis. For him, it probably is not worth saying if you can't put some gusto behind it. To add emphasis to his emphatic statements, he snaps his fingers. Not ordinary snaps. Effortless snaps that make a sonic boom. Perfectly timed snaps that emphasize at the exact right moment emphasis is needed. Snaps so loud my ears ring. Snaps that make a dog's hair stand on end. Snaps to make cat jump five feet vertical. Right hand, left hand, both hands in perfect unison.

I'm jealous and enthralled. I feel like my six year old self committed to learning the nuances and facets of winking. But my new target is the perfect finger snap. Yet, I can't master it. I try. I try again. I try hard enough arthritis springs up in my joints and tells me to stop. I got a blister on my snap finger from my poor form. My snaps sputter and thud. I am sidelined. I have given up on the perfect snap. We all have limitations. Best to accept them and move on. I'm a winker not a snapper.