tell me your stories, tell me about yourselves.
your ups and downs.
I’m here, let’s connect.
ADHD is awesome, mostly.
tell me your stories, tell me about yourselves.
your ups and downs.
I’m here, let’s connect.
… seems a little difficult to connect to other ADHD people on facebook whom I don’t already know, as the association, on facebook and others’s part, of the term “disease” with it is MOST off-putting.
I one sure way to enrage me like you have NEVER seen is to imply that I have a disease because I am more energetic than you.
breathes deeply while frowning…
that’s the polite version. I nearly said 6 or seven examples of adjectives of which I am “better at” and “more of” than the proverbial “you.”
…
sometimes I wonder, if the western idea (there are other versions of it elsewhere in the world, yes)
but I wonder if the western idea of success…
is in fact imperialistic, overarching, conquering, violent, and unnecessary.
and that perhaps getting by with less than everything, and simply being happy, you know, and ENJOYING LIFE… matter more.
it is always through the graces of some very kind people that I come to such thoughts.
Tagged African Music because it was the kindness of many Africans at an “African Contributions to Kern County CA” conference (at which I (and some African friends) was playing (yes, African) music at , that led to these thoughts.
and the fact that in general, I think Africans more often have got this down…, that is, being in the moment, and enjoying life now.
is that racist? 😉 no.
omg dude…
hearing some music, a stready stream of unbroken fast 16th notes,
in groups of
6 followed by 4.
that is
onetwothreefourfivesixonetwothreefour
dotted quarter- quarter, that is.
5/8.
and yet…
I was playing triplets over it, three to a phrase…
which…. at least at this fast tempo…
is “so close to being the same…”
that it’s just trippy.
try this.
you are inclined to play
dotted 8th, dotted 8th (123 123)
then quarter (1234)
but, if you play THREE EVEN notes instead….
it is very close to being the same.
trippy.
“No Artist Tolerates Reality.”
-Nietzsche.
you got THAT right.
love coffeehouses where you have to enter a code to use the internet. If i can mange to NOT enter said code, I actually do things.
some people are perhaps very thoughtful, intuitive, insightful, intelligent in such ways. perhaps they are loving, perhaps they are less judging, through their own fault or through the fact that how they do or do not express themselves HAPPENS to remind me of angry mom, or not,
perhaps they are quiet, perhaps they see things.
I’m glad of them. they seem exceedingly rare,
those who concern themselves “not much if at all” with worldly everyday surface/boring things, to me at least.
yeah….
if I’m NOT trying to use people to make me feel better, and I’m NOT seeking some kind of replacement for parental shortcomings….
then what the hell AM I seeking?
what’s that? to listen to other people?
…I don’t seem to want to do that.
I mean, I like my own thoughts.
what the hell…
have now missed FOUR THINGS (albeit, one of them was like 4 years ago, maybe more)
by either arriving AFTER they end,
or
going one day late and not realizing it was one day late till I got there.
thrice this year.
perhaps I’m senile already.