If you agree with the pundits who claim that it's our opposable thumb that gives humans one of it's greatest advantages over the lesser animals, then having rheumatoid arthritis has definitely leveled the playing field, and I find myself unable to compete physically even with children when it comes to grasping thangs. I have a more difficult time grasping new ideas and technologies too, because I get lonesome for what I've lost when it comes to getting a grip. When I think about the "good ol' days" it usually involves me being handed a hard-to-open jar by a cute, demure young lady, and being asked to open it for them because I look like such a strong man. No mas.
The truth is that no one asks me to do anything for them that requires physicality for... just about anything. People come for me to listen to them. They ain't all that fond of having to listen to me in return. No blame. The things I say to them any more is just something to say when it's my turn to talk. Hopefully, from their point of view, a "something to say" that's easily interrupted by a sudden flash of insight.
To these people, I seem to hand them out like candy, but it's less complicated than that. The more difficult part for me is to keep my trap shut and let them rattle anything off in the hope that something they might say suddenly serves os the platform or ground for some "being" they never thought they'd "see" again. I interject keywords they don't know yet because they've merely been formally trained. They ain't got the lingo to wax normal down pat yet.
I'm one of the people you gotta fool into thinking your reason for being something you're not a natural at is good enow reason to pass over into where you shouldn't be by blood. The are other Fool Card holders you have to prove you have a good excuse to for other passages into the opposite arcane. Being a Fool Is a job for people who don't mind doing busy work.
Occupying the bench at the Fool's petition table located between the high arcane and the low arcane is not something for which an application or resume is carefully submitted. It's decided by individuals coming to the conclusion that temptations from either the left or right or from up or down are moot and all refutable, and then you wake up in the chair listening to these weird stories.
I like the story the guy told in the happiness video about how a man who won the lottery and a man who became a paraplegic were among a random group tested to see how their happiness fared. Four months after what happened took place, the researchers interview both men, and they were equally happy. Happiness seems to be able to be manufactured out of any dire strait. Sadness too.
There appear to be some people, including me, who are of the mind that happiness and sadness should not be pursued. Why bother? They come and go at what seems like their own accord. When I just happen to be happy I try to enjoy it, and when I'm sad, I try to enjoy that too. Why would I not?
I haven't got anything planned beyond this coming Wednesday. My VA doctor order a colonoscopy done Wednesday afternoon, and I'm becoming more convinced there is a possibility they'd gonna find a death-dealing condition in there such that I only have a month or two to live at most.
In consideration of my comments above about how humans create happiness and sadness, however, I gotta be careful not to cause these drastic measure to happen by my own hand.
I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
