Since a very young age, I have been plagued with a drastic case of shakey hands. Its predominant side effect is photographs that look like the one pictured above. The problem is bad enough that not even auto-focus stands a chance against me. My hands' violent determination to twitch as if I just snorted thirty lines of Drain-O renders the clever feature utterly useless.
In addition to blurry images, I also have an extremely difficult time taking the first two sips of a martini. As a result of my unwillingness to pull the classic, hands free "mouth to the glass and suck" move, more than a few delicious cocktails have adorned my lap on account of my crack-addict like appendages. And Jenga. Don't let me near your game of Jenga.