Cleverness Spectrum Disorder
Granted, I am submerged beneath a pile of standardized labelling forms. “Does the child feel hurt when criticized?” Answer on a scale from 0 to 3. Um, yes, every human who is even a teeny bit emotionally healthy feels hurt when criticized. What? “Does the child light fires when he’s not supposed to?” Like sometimes he’s supposed to light fires?
And, voila, from the magic of adding in weird order comes a diagnosis. A word, followed by “Spectrum Disorder” will bring increased funding.
I think I have “Cleverness Spectrum Disorder”. It could be worse, I could be further along the spectrum and never clever. (But, as you can see, I am so naturally clever sometimes that even my sentences about cleverness rhyme.) The thing is, I have been too occupied elsewhere to write a post for a bit, but I haven’t forgotten that I like to. Every couple of days I cook up a new, clever topic for a post. Sometimes I jot down my cleverness – and put it somewhere that I will find it later.
Tonight, I have a moment – waiting for a phone call without enough time to start a new project. Do you think I can find any of my scraps of paper? Remember any of my words of wisdom? Nope.
Clearly a disorder.
So, I will leave you with this tidbit: Louise Hay, who writes about the emotional/mental connection to physical health and illness, has a handy reference chart where you can look up what ails you and get some perspective on what might be going on for you emotionally, or in your beliefs and mental habits. I was browsing in the “D”s.
Who looks up death? Really. Not the person who has this “dis-ease”. Maybe the family and friends who are saying, “Y’know, if we’d only be able to get him to stop singing all those heavy metal songs he might be alive today.” ???