My Comments on Feedback Page 2
By ADGere
Now I didn’t state those facts to floss or show off, but said or wrote them down to
make a strong and valid point! So think about what you are thinking right now, and
somewhat forget about what you thought you could remember and hold on to your
seats because maybe this has or will happened to you. At this particular moment, I
was simply stuck on stupid, and caught in the most state of confusion, that I could
not have told you what time it was if I was wearing an old school L.E.D. watch that
displayed the numbers to you directly in digitized red numerals. All of a sudden, I
looked at the gallon jugs, and then the little bottle, the price tag, looked up in the air,
at the floor, back at the gallon jugs, the smaller bottles and start mumbling to myself
like a spaced out coke fiend that woke up in a Columbia poppy field. After looking
back at the jug and then mini bottles again, I start trying to figure out and check this
out, how many ounces are in a gallon and which one is the better deal. I then tried to
figure out what most fifth grades know and start becoming so frustrated that I
couldn’t remember the formula in figuring this simple ass system out. At this point I
am laughing at myself, recalling the face of Mrs. Archie my elementary school math
teacher, and start laughing to myself more and more in a nervous, serious and
comical way. It got so bad that I start looking for someone to share in this moment
with me, but didn’t want to come across as a person that was a frequent passenger
on the short yellow bus some kids took to school. All of a sudden, this nice looking
young couple came down the same isle, and I asked them the question I more than
likely could recite like a LLC Contract now back when I used to figure this out some
twenty years ago, and they didn’t know and start ripping off answers that were as
ridiculous as mine. The next thing you know, I am now cutting open the plastic that
surrounds the twenty-four pack of water with the keys on my keychain, and holding
the bottles up to the gallon jug to try and guesstimate the ratio, and then realized
what the hell I was doing. I then became determined to find someone that might
know the answer because now it is not about saving a few bucks; it’s about not
letting this bottle of water be smarter than me. So to make a long story short, I
ended up buying the case of smaller bottles and ten gallon jugs. When I got back
home, I told this story and half of my friends were laughing and their friends that they
brought over were unconsciously counting on their fingers and toes trying to figure
out what drove me crazy in the store. One of my friends just put his arm around me
and told me to never tell anyone about this, because I might get committed in a
rubber room somewhere, and everyone else just sat there in amazement and said,
ADGere, you are one of a kind.
Now one reason I started this theory out with that story that makes a fifth grader
seem like a college graduate, is to place this mental environment in an elementary
setting. You see I can still remember my first girl friend. Jackie Nelson was her
name, and with a light tan complexion and hazel green eyes, I would enjoy passing
notes in class, calling her house and bugging her parents like a tele-marketer and
walking home with her everyday after school. I still remember writing the one note
on a piece of line paper that asked her to go out with me, though now looking
back; the only place we could go out at was the tetherball court or playing kick
ball at recess. But in many ways as we grow older as people, we lose sight on
the basic things needed to be or feel that magical and elusive thing called love.
In one of my first writings that ask the question on, “How Do You Know” when you
are in love or have the right, scratch that, correct person, I give scenarios that
can define a person’s inner character. But in growing, in many ways, the smarter
we get in many ways, we can also sometimes get dumb when we forget the mere
basics of life. Have you ever listened to or heard a child speak on things? They
are completely honest and not trying to harm or hurt, but simply inquisitive on
wanting to know. Recently in the airport, a cute little girl came up to me and asked
me what happened to the back of my neck. I have a skin graph from a surgery to
remove some protruding skin that was once my birthmark, so to someone
innocently looking at me, it may appear that I was cut or like a high school student
and peer once told me in study hall, that’s where the doctors operated and put
another brain inside of my skull as a child to make me so smart. Well I don’t think I
am any smarter or dumber than anyone else, but do feel I pay attention to things that
interest me. Anyway, children are honest, they haven’t been tainted with
manipulating ideas to gain control, and basically want to know and absorb
information like a sponge. As we grow older, things start to enter into our lives and
things, many things get pushed aside or lost in the daily grind or shuffle.
By ADGere
Now I didn’t state those facts to floss or show off, but said or wrote them down to
make a strong and valid point! So think about what you are thinking right now, and
somewhat forget about what you thought you could remember and hold on to your
seats because maybe this has or will happened to you. At this particular moment, I
was simply stuck on stupid, and caught in the most state of confusion, that I could
not have told you what time it was if I was wearing an old school L.E.D. watch that
displayed the numbers to you directly in digitized red numerals. All of a sudden, I
looked at the gallon jugs, and then the little bottle, the price tag, looked up in the air,
at the floor, back at the gallon jugs, the smaller bottles and start mumbling to myself
like a spaced out coke fiend that woke up in a Columbia poppy field. After looking
back at the jug and then mini bottles again, I start trying to figure out and check this
out, how many ounces are in a gallon and which one is the better deal. I then tried to
figure out what most fifth grades know and start becoming so frustrated that I
couldn’t remember the formula in figuring this simple ass system out. At this point I
am laughing at myself, recalling the face of Mrs. Archie my elementary school math
teacher, and start laughing to myself more and more in a nervous, serious and
comical way. It got so bad that I start looking for someone to share in this moment
with me, but didn’t want to come across as a person that was a frequent passenger
on the short yellow bus some kids took to school. All of a sudden, this nice looking
young couple came down the same isle, and I asked them the question I more than
likely could recite like a LLC Contract now back when I used to figure this out some
twenty years ago, and they didn’t know and start ripping off answers that were as
ridiculous as mine. The next thing you know, I am now cutting open the plastic that
surrounds the twenty-four pack of water with the keys on my keychain, and holding
the bottles up to the gallon jug to try and guesstimate the ratio, and then realized
what the hell I was doing. I then became determined to find someone that might
know the answer because now it is not about saving a few bucks; it’s about not
letting this bottle of water be smarter than me. So to make a long story short, I
ended up buying the case of smaller bottles and ten gallon jugs. When I got back
home, I told this story and half of my friends were laughing and their friends that they
brought over were unconsciously counting on their fingers and toes trying to figure
out what drove me crazy in the store. One of my friends just put his arm around me
and told me to never tell anyone about this, because I might get committed in a
rubber room somewhere, and everyone else just sat there in amazement and said,
ADGere, you are one of a kind.
Now one reason I started this theory out with that story that makes a fifth grader
seem like a college graduate, is to place this mental environment in an elementary
setting. You see I can still remember my first girl friend. Jackie Nelson was her
name, and with a light tan complexion and hazel green eyes, I would enjoy passing
notes in class, calling her house and bugging her parents like a tele-marketer and
walking home with her everyday after school. I still remember writing the one note
on a piece of line paper that asked her to go out with me, though now looking
back; the only place we could go out at was the tetherball court or playing kick
ball at recess. But in many ways as we grow older as people, we lose sight on
the basic things needed to be or feel that magical and elusive thing called love.
In one of my first writings that ask the question on, “How Do You Know” when you
are in love or have the right, scratch that, correct person, I give scenarios that
can define a person’s inner character. But in growing, in many ways, the smarter
we get in many ways, we can also sometimes get dumb when we forget the mere
basics of life. Have you ever listened to or heard a child speak on things? They
are completely honest and not trying to harm or hurt, but simply inquisitive on
wanting to know. Recently in the airport, a cute little girl came up to me and asked
me what happened to the back of my neck. I have a skin graph from a surgery to
remove some protruding skin that was once my birthmark, so to someone
innocently looking at me, it may appear that I was cut or like a high school student
and peer once told me in study hall, that’s where the doctors operated and put
another brain inside of my skull as a child to make me so smart. Well I don’t think I
am any smarter or dumber than anyone else, but do feel I pay attention to things that
interest me. Anyway, children are honest, they haven’t been tainted with
manipulating ideas to gain control, and basically want to know and absorb
information like a sponge. As we grow older, things start to enter into our lives and
things, many things get pushed aside or lost in the daily grind or shuffle.
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