Noone can be told what the Haterix is, you have to experience it for yourself. The Haterix is when you want a new skill, you want to learn something, and you have to work for it. No bloody "I know Kung-Fu", there's blood, sweat, and sweet, sweet disgrace to be had before you'll be able to lift your foot above your knee or break a cracker with anything but a hammer.
Is it worth it? Depends on the skill, probably. Knowing how to do stuff is awesome, but learning to do it can be downright painful. Of course, the physical pain is unimportant, it's the gracelessness of the novice that kills you: The knowledge that you look only slightly less competent than a midget playing basketball. I think the trick might be learning to relish public humiliation, or at least coming to grips with the fact that they're probably not laughing at you. People do laugh, after all, and it's kinda doubtful they find you important enough to laugh at, anyway. What are you now, the centre of everyones world all of a sudden? Stop worrying so much.
No, my advice: Just keep trying. Eventually you'll get it. And even if you don't, at least the rest of us get some entertainment to shorten our miserable lives. Because I lied, before. About the laughing.
Welcome to the Haterix, schmuck.
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