I am writing you a new post today to get the world updated on my life. I’m sure you are going to read this because you are interested in my world. I am also writing this also as a testimony of hopes of having this blog turned into a book for myself and and the generations to come. Who do I have to hand all this information down to? My son will soon be 21 years old. I gave birth to him when I was only 21. My hopes is that he will find a special someone who will bear his children so they can continue the Johnson-Adamson genes.
So here I go. I started writing about the videos on the philosophy class on “Death” from Yale. After two blogs, I got distracted. Distracted with life. I call it Adult Distraction Disease. I start a project only to get distracted. I think that my intentions are good.
So what would you call what I have besides ADD? Did I have this when I was younger? not that I know of. Do I know what has caused this? no,.Do I think there are other people who have this? yes, very much so. Is it a bad thing? no, I think that it could actually help me in the long run. Do I think to much? yes, very much so. Do I worry to much? Yes! Do I think I am smart? no. Do I think I deserve more than what I have? no. Do I think that writing all this in a blog will help me with my ADD? yes. I have only written four paragraphs and already I feel better about having it. Do I still believe I have ADD? not completely.
So starting every paragraph with the word “so” will be a habit of ADD. Lets break down why I am doing this. First, starting every paragraph gives me a good question to answer plus the word “So” is a pretty word. It is pleasing to the eye. It has lots of round curves and ends with closure. It gives your mind a mental break from the previous paragraph. Second, I am an Adult. But what really is an adult except someone over 21 yoa? Next is Distraction. What exactly does this word mean? To be distracted is to be totally engrossed with something then have something else butt-in and cause you not to to be engrossed with it. Right? I get distracted when I am typing and one of our new puppies that didn’t exist 3 months ago lets out a yelp. I get distracted when I am concentrating on writing and someone asks me a question that disrupts my train of thought. Then there are the bigger distractions in life that makes this a behavior a disease. The bigger distractions are when you intend (intention) to take a class that would not have any recuperations (such as a grade) if you didn’t finish it. If you intend on cleaning house knowing no one is going to come visit. If you intend on going job hunting but your friends keep you up late at night partying. Maybe you intend on reading this blog but something comes up in life and you don’t get back to me.
So, so, so . . . .
What else?
Can I give you a scene from my life that is a total distraction from this blog about my life? I am listening to head phones playing music while I am writing this to help tune out the television playing in the bedroom. My husband is watching something and I need total concentration on what I am writing so I will listen to the music playing on my computer with ear buds I bought from the Family Dollar store so I can tune him out. Does it totally tune him out? No, I can still hear the people talking when the music goes silent so I have to really have the music on full volume and I try not to think about the television playing because it is a big distraction when I am writing.
So the scene from my life revolves around a song. Not just any song. It is a song by Salt-and-Pepa called “Push It”. It is such a dirty song. It’s all about sex. It is all about getting on the dance floor and dancing sexy. Now you may look at me and wonder why in the world or better yet, how in the world I could possible relate this song into my life. Well, if you knew my when I was 18 – 19 years old then you could probably say that you know how I could relate to this song. When I was 17 I lost a lot of weight and I was able to keep it off until I got pregnant. I looked good for those three years. I was young and active. I found myself at a lot of dance clubs. I have even written a story about an encounter I had while attending one of these clubs in Pine Bluff. Do I wish I had gone back to see the guy after the encounter? Yes and no. In the story, push it was not playing but the sexual attraction was definitely in place. Also something else about this story I told can be followed in the other stories I wrote about on Triond. When I write these stories I have to be totally engrossed with it and re-live it in my mind. Only then, can I go back and add or change things up to make it a work of fiction for my readers. But it is loosely based on fact. Did I meet this Uniformed Officer in a Dance Hall? Yes, Did we dance on the floor? Yes, Were the words I written exactly what I said? no. So you may also wonder what happened after we left. Well, how can I explain it? nothing, nothing happened. I didn’t go back. And the reasons why? I had to leave the song and the fantasy at the club. I was married. Did he deserve my loyalty to not cheat in our marriage? yes. I took my vows very seriously and I still do. Could I have gone back to the club and met up with this stranger and left? yes, which brings me to another story idea I should write about.
So, did you learn anything about me? So, do I deserve any recognition as a writer? So, do I have you totally obsessed about ADD? Do you have ADD? So, do you think I have ADD?
So, this blog is totally ADD. I started out on one subject. I got distracted and went to another subject and ended on another subject.
THIS BLOG IS AN EXAMPLE OF ADD
Is it not?
Want more read this!
So here I go. I started writing about the videos on the philosophy class on “Death” from Yale. After two blogs, I got distracted. Distracted with life. I call it Adult Distraction Disease. I start a project only to get distracted. I think that my intentions are good.
INTENTION. Similar to Detentions and similar to RETENTION. I intend to do it. I get detained and retained from picking it back up.So have I ever thought I was, what do you call it? Psychologically diseased? no. Psychologically challenged? no. Psychologically impaired? no. In fact, I have never thought I had anything wrong with me. Can I tell if someone else has ADD or ADHD? yes. Can I tell if someone else has paranoia? psychosis? dementia? yes.
So what would you call what I have besides ADD? Did I have this when I was younger? not that I know of. Do I know what has caused this? no,.Do I think there are other people who have this? yes, very much so. Is it a bad thing? no, I think that it could actually help me in the long run. Do I think to much? yes, very much so. Do I worry to much? Yes! Do I think I am smart? no. Do I think I deserve more than what I have? no. Do I think that writing all this in a blog will help me with my ADD? yes. I have only written four paragraphs and already I feel better about having it. Do I still believe I have ADD? not completely.
So starting every paragraph with the word “so” will be a habit of ADD. Lets break down why I am doing this. First, starting every paragraph gives me a good question to answer plus the word “So” is a pretty word. It is pleasing to the eye. It has lots of round curves and ends with closure. It gives your mind a mental break from the previous paragraph. Second, I am an Adult. But what really is an adult except someone over 21 yoa? Next is Distraction. What exactly does this word mean? To be distracted is to be totally engrossed with something then have something else butt-in and cause you not to to be engrossed with it. Right? I get distracted when I am typing and one of our new puppies that didn’t exist 3 months ago lets out a yelp. I get distracted when I am concentrating on writing and someone asks me a question that disrupts my train of thought. Then there are the bigger distractions in life that makes this a behavior a disease. The bigger distractions are when you intend (intention) to take a class that would not have any recuperations (such as a grade) if you didn’t finish it. If you intend on cleaning house knowing no one is going to come visit. If you intend on going job hunting but your friends keep you up late at night partying. Maybe you intend on reading this blog but something comes up in life and you don’t get back to me.
So, so, so . . . .
What else?
Can I give you a scene from my life that is a total distraction from this blog about my life? I am listening to head phones playing music while I am writing this to help tune out the television playing in the bedroom. My husband is watching something and I need total concentration on what I am writing so I will listen to the music playing on my computer with ear buds I bought from the Family Dollar store so I can tune him out. Does it totally tune him out? No, I can still hear the people talking when the music goes silent so I have to really have the music on full volume and I try not to think about the television playing because it is a big distraction when I am writing.
So the scene from my life revolves around a song. Not just any song. It is a song by Salt-and-Pepa called “Push It”. It is such a dirty song. It’s all about sex. It is all about getting on the dance floor and dancing sexy. Now you may look at me and wonder why in the world or better yet, how in the world I could possible relate this song into my life. Well, if you knew my when I was 18 – 19 years old then you could probably say that you know how I could relate to this song. When I was 17 I lost a lot of weight and I was able to keep it off until I got pregnant. I looked good for those three years. I was young and active. I found myself at a lot of dance clubs. I have even written a story about an encounter I had while attending one of these clubs in Pine Bluff. Do I wish I had gone back to see the guy after the encounter? Yes and no. In the story, push it was not playing but the sexual attraction was definitely in place. Also something else about this story I told can be followed in the other stories I wrote about on Triond. When I write these stories I have to be totally engrossed with it and re-live it in my mind. Only then, can I go back and add or change things up to make it a work of fiction for my readers. But it is loosely based on fact. Did I meet this Uniformed Officer in a Dance Hall? Yes, Did we dance on the floor? Yes, Were the words I written exactly what I said? no. So you may also wonder what happened after we left. Well, how can I explain it? nothing, nothing happened. I didn’t go back. And the reasons why? I had to leave the song and the fantasy at the club. I was married. Did he deserve my loyalty to not cheat in our marriage? yes. I took my vows very seriously and I still do. Could I have gone back to the club and met up with this stranger and left? yes, which brings me to another story idea I should write about.
So, did you learn anything about me? So, do I deserve any recognition as a writer? So, do I have you totally obsessed about ADD? Do you have ADD? So, do you think I have ADD?
So, this blog is totally ADD. I started out on one subject. I got distracted and went to another subject and ended on another subject.
THIS BLOG IS AN EXAMPLE OF ADD
Is it not?
Want more read this!
