I am no good at reading maps. If you plunked me down in the middle of nowhere and told me to head east, I’d look at you like you had four heads. If I need to be given directions, you have to tell me in terms of turning right or left, going straight ahead or turning around and going back the other way. East/West/North/South means nothing to me. I know what direction east is in the morning because that’s the direction the sun rises in, so I also know what direction west is at sunset, but in the middle of the day or in the middle of the night? Yeah, I’m boned. People with an inherent sense of direction astonish me. I’m supremely jealous of their skills, as I have none.