… Through a LONG, STORIED history of CORRECT mathematical-calculations (WINS AND LOSSES for ME), my "SPEECH-Therapist" does NOT doubt my (ALMOST-) instantaneous "number-generation" in our Scrabble-scores.
"You can often change your PERCEPTION of CIRCUMSTANCES by changing your ATTITUDE."
(--Eleanor Roosevelt)
(… PERSONALLY, I am an OPTIMIST. So, I've "pretty much"-ALWAYS got a POSITIVE-outlook on/of ANY situation!)
(… HOWEVER, I'm also a REALIST.
… Thus, the TRICKY-part is COMBINING the two … very-DIFFERENT LIFE-outlooks.)
… "The PROBLEM is NOT the 'problem'. The 'problem' is your ATTITUDE … ABOUT the 'problem'.
… Do you UNDERSTAND?"
(--Captain Jack Sparrow, 'Pirates of the Caribbean')
… I have a very LOGICAL- yet OPTIMISTIC-view of/toward … EVERYTHING.
(… Thus, my "ATTITUDE" is ALMOST-NEVER a "DEBILITATING-issue".)
… At 6:32 this morning, I informed my Caregiver:
"Your SNORING (AUDIBLE-sigh) is very LOUD. So, would you PLEASE shut my (room-) door?"(… He's NEW. So, PERHAPS, he didN'T know:
"You can EARN 'trust' … by REPEATEDLY 'following your conscience' … & 'SUPPORTING-others'."
… But, I am NOT PAYING him to SLEEP!)
… While/Since I was AWAKE, I thought it would-be BOTH TIME- & ENERGY-EFFICIENT to "knock-OUT" my MORNING-routine of "Urinary-Secretion".
… So, I DID … withOUT ANY stumbles, missteps OR "spills/splashes".
(… WHEW!)
… Since I have a SERIOUS, ONGOING (PSYCHOLOGICAL?) "problem" of/with "NOT falling BACK asleep" AFTER "WALKING", I devised a few MATH-problems I intend-to email to my BUDDY--blog-CREATOR--to "TEST" his "Mathematical-MARKSMANSHIP". I'll email him, when I reach "TEN questions".
(… "A FEW" = THREE)
"If you NEVER FULLY-COMMIT & ONLY put-in MEDIOCRE-effort,
LOSING never STINGS but WINNING isN'T much fun."
(--former NFL-offensive lineman John Welbourne)
…
I watched a few NFL-games & QUALITY-films today to help me "RELAX".
(… Also, 'twas NICE that my NEW "Caregiver" had a "SEMI-DECENT"-day of MINIMIZING his errors/MIS-understandings.
… WHEW!)
(… EXCEPT, he MESSED-UP the OBVIOUS-RULE of "DoN'T step on my TOES!" UGH, AAARRRGGGHHH!)
(… INSPIRATION -- 'Blinded by the Light' by Bruce Springsteen SONG-lyrics:)
(… YouTube: "Blinded by the Light")
Madman drummers bummers and Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat
With a boulder on my shoulder, feelin' kinda older, I tripped the merry-go-round
With this very unpleasing sneezing and wheezing, the calliope crashed to the ground
Some all-hot half-shot was headin' for the hot spot, snappin' his fingers, clappin' his hands
And some fleshpot mascot was tied into a lover's knot with a whatnot in her hand
And now young Scott with a slingshot finally found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand
And some bloodshot forget-me-not whispers, "Daddy's within earshot, save the buckshot, turn up the band"
And she was blinded by the light
Cut loose like a deuce, another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
She got down but she never got tight, but she'll make it alright
Some brimstone baritone anti-cyclone rolling stone preacher from the East
He says, "Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in its funny bone, that's where they expect it least"
And some new-mown chaperone was standin' in the corner all alone, watchin' the young girls dance
And some fresh-sown moonstone was messin' with his frozen zone to remind him of the feeling of romance
Yeah, he was blinded by the light
Cut loose like a deuce, another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
He got down but he never got tight, but he's gonna make it tonight
Some silicone sister with her manager's mister told me I got what it takes
She said, "I'll turn you on, sonny, to something strong if you play that song with the funky break"
And Go-Cart Mozart was checkin' out the weather chart to see if it was safe to go outside
And little Early-Pearly came by in her curly-wurly and asked me if I needed a ride
Oh, some hazard from Harvard was skunked on beer, playin' backyard bombardier
Yes, and Scotland Yard was trying hard, they sent some dude with a calling card, he said, "Do what you like, but don't do it here"
Well, I jumped up, turned around, spit in the air, fell on the ground and asked him which was the way back home
He said, "Take a right at the light, keep goin' straight until night, and then, boy, you're on your own"
And now in Zanzibar, a shootin' star was ridin' in a side car, hummin' a lunar tune
Yes, and the avatar said, "Blow the bar but first remove the cookie jar, we're gonna teach those boys to laugh too soon"
And some kidnapped handicap was complainin' that he caught the clap from some mousetrap he bought last night
Well, I unsnapped his skull cap and between his ears I saw a gap but figured he'd be all right
He was just blinded by the light
Cut loose like a deuce, another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Mama always told me not to look into the sights of the sun
Oh, but Mama, that's where the fun is
I was blinded
I was blinded
I was blinded
In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat
With a boulder on my shoulder, feelin' kinda older, I tripped the merry-go-round
With this very unpleasing sneezing and wheezing, the calliope crashed to the ground
Some all-hot half-shot was headin' for the hot spot, snappin' his fingers, clappin' his hands
And some fleshpot mascot was tied into a lover's knot with a whatnot in her hand
And now young Scott with a slingshot finally found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand
And some bloodshot forget-me-not whispers, "Daddy's within earshot, save the buckshot, turn up the band"
And she was blinded by the light
Cut loose like a deuce, another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
She got down but she never got tight, but she'll make it alright
Some brimstone baritone anti-cyclone rolling stone preacher from the East
He says, "Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in its funny bone, that's where they expect it least"
And some new-mown chaperone was standin' in the corner all alone, watchin' the young girls dance
And some fresh-sown moonstone was messin' with his frozen zone to remind him of the feeling of romance
Yeah, he was blinded by the light
Cut loose like a deuce, another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
He got down but he never got tight, but he's gonna make it tonight
Some silicone sister with her manager's mister told me I got what it takes
She said, "I'll turn you on, sonny, to something strong if you play that song with the funky break"
And Go-Cart Mozart was checkin' out the weather chart to see if it was safe to go outside
And little Early-Pearly came by in her curly-wurly and asked me if I needed a ride
Oh, some hazard from Harvard was skunked on beer, playin' backyard bombardier
Yes, and Scotland Yard was trying hard, they sent some dude with a calling card, he said, "Do what you like, but don't do it here"
Well, I jumped up, turned around, spit in the air, fell on the ground and asked him which was the way back home
He said, "Take a right at the light, keep goin' straight until night, and then, boy, you're on your own"
And now in Zanzibar, a shootin' star was ridin' in a side car, hummin' a lunar tune
Yes, and the avatar said, "Blow the bar but first remove the cookie jar, we're gonna teach those boys to laugh too soon"
And some kidnapped handicap was complainin' that he caught the clap from some mousetrap he bought last night
Well, I unsnapped his skull cap and between his ears I saw a gap but figured he'd be all right
He was just blinded by the light
Cut loose like a deuce, another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Mama always told me not to look into the sights of the sun
Oh, but Mama, that's where the fun is
I was blinded
I was blinded
I was blinded
…
'Smart WITH a "T.B.I."'
(by A.J. Kaynatma)
(SIGH)
"Sleepin' Caregivers & nice nurses 'cater-to' a crippled-' 'jee-nee-US'.
He's sad yet mad, as he struggles-to get comfy in his 'min-ee-ah-chur-BUS'.
Happy he's NOT as his leg-nerves are all kinda-SHOT, & make him FROWN.
Regardless, he does NOT let these 'hurdles' keep him 'DOWN'.
Some athletic-BUILD, 'strong-WILLED' 'crip' is pushin' to reach the window-SILL, stretchin'-out his shoulder & extendin' his HAND.
D'ya see his right-forearm? It looks like he were 'stuck with a BRAND.
Where he finds the 'drive' to strive-ON, I do NOT under-STAND.
… Oh, he's TIRING now. Look at that shakin' HAND.
Yet, he was SM-HUH-ART with a 'T.B.I.'.
MIS-understood so often he should CRY.
Smart with a 'T.B.I.'
He was 'SOAKED with RIDICULE', but he always remained 'DRY'!
Often he seeks PRACTICE by stretching-muscles when he WALKS!
NOT to-be IGNORED, he frequently IGNORES his letter-board & still, he TALKS.
He's a NEW-kind of INSPIRATION for his many FOLLOW-ERS!
'PROPS-to HIM for METAPHORICALLY 'DODGING' the 'HEARSE'!
Yes, he was SM-HUH-ART with a 'T.B.I.'.
MIS-interpreted so often he should CRY.
Smart with a 'T.B.I.'
He was 'DRIPPING with INSULTS', but he always remained 'DRY'!
His Neuro-PsychoTherapist says he's got what it TAKES.
His UN-paralleled-wisdom can-NOT be duplicated by FAKES!
But, HOW could he 'STIMULATE' his 'BEAUTIFUL MIND'?!
He could & WILL create MANY Jujitsu-techniques to--metaphorically--'kick some BE-HIND'!
As a LONGTIME-teacher, he's PROUDLY & EXCITEDLY 'accepted his ROLE'.
But, 'in the LONG-run', he's gonna need a COMMENDABLE-GOAL!
And, NOW, he's makin' PROGRESS with his sense of SMELL.
'Tis GOOD 'cuz 'Taste' should come SOON. But, NOW, he ONLY smells stuff that remind him of 'HELL'!
NOW, he must SEARCH-through his traits, & cherish a VIRTUE or TWO!
He USED-to be quite flexible. So, NOW, he'll TRY-to bend-over to 'tie his SHOE'.
… He CERTAINLY has the money to SPEND.
So, NOW, he HAS-to 'make himself that EASY to BEND'!
Yes, he IS SM-HUH-ART with a 'T.B.I.'.
The 'condition' woN'T even let him CRY.
SMUH-ART with a 'T.B.I.'
Mama always told me him to NOT 'point-out' people's INFERIORITY to their FACES.
He's GOTTA just ''give 'em their SPACES''.
He's just TOO-smart.
He's just TOO-smart.
He's too smart. … 'Tis NOT-FAIR!"
…
My EX-girlfriend--to ME: "I WISH I had your CONFIDENCE."
REMEMBER:
"Look, if I can do what I've DONE, YOU can do ANYTHING."
((--AWKWARD Dizzy Gilespie/Gil Harris (ME), 'The New Guy')
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