... A Ham Sandwich?
A. A Ham Sandwich.
Q. I'm not sure I follow your argument. Care to elucidate?
A. While nothing is better than Eternal Happiness, a Ham Sandwich is better than nothing.
You are of course completely correct, but my reasoning behind the glasses that sometime in the future - not soon but not distant either - because of where I am now as compared to where I want to be, and because of my innate tendency toward what I once regarded as a quite a severe symptom of my quite severe Bipolar-Type Schizoaffective Disorder, but which I am not dead certain but do assertively conjecture is a severe symptom of what in more recent years has been far more profoundly debilitating Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder, that being Dissociation.
Note: that's correctly spelled. "Disassociation" either means something completely different, or is a common misspelling of Dissociation.
This had the eventual result that one fine day I was idly hanging out, minding my own business when, quite softly and distantly at first, I found myself completely unable to ignore the increasingly insistent and urgent shout of my own name from somehwere close at hand:
"mike. Mike. MIKE. MIKE! MIKE PLEASE!!! SNAP OUT OF IT!!!! PLEASE MIKE!!!"
There was something about voice of the lovely yet quite desperately terrified young woman who quite suddenly and completely out of nowhere I found inches from my face shrieking at the very tops of her lungs with her fear, desperation, anxiety and above all furious anger that she damn well - but more importantly, knew damn well why - that she could have emptied a clip right into my foot yet I would not have blinked an eye because I was simply not paying attemtion@
While I felt the increasing conscious sensation of the bone-chilling cold out immediat surroundings, I didn't regard the cold as a problem because everything I could see around me for as far as I actually could see was incredibly beautfiul,
I MUST POST THIS RIGHT NOW!
For reasons I cannot quite yet but Real Soon Now will explain in great detail, I must post this not before I fall asleep at my table in Wiki Cafe, but lose conscious completely in a Wiki spot.
Just last night I finally figured out why I have had such severe insomnia damn near every not for one solid year:
While my Dad really was in the Navy you know, his job was not to attack, but to defend, by cheerfully pointing out to a whole bunch of desperately impoverished peasents that no - Dad's sense of humor put those of most Kurons completely to shame, but one jke I never heard my father tell anything was was that "No, I'm not joking, your Daddy really never is coming home against.
I'll be right back when I awaken spontaneously. Don't quite your day job.
While to this very day I really do regard such Pofouned Disssiation as a way to get lots of my very finest work done, in reality those in the know regard my Dissociation not as a "Trait" - Adaptive or Otherwise but as an at-times adtapive while at othes quite debilitating Survival Strategy..GOTO SLEERP RLIRH NOW!
"I don't work well with other people because people who work well with other people are Nazis."
-- Michael David Crawford
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