I have a high IQ and yet when it comes to processing information, I swear my brain is a Commodore 64. It is amazing to me that my brain actually sends the signals to my feet to make them move in a timely fashion most of the time. The lack of processing speed would however explain my life long clumsiness. I am quick with an inappropriate remark and I can remember the name of Al Pacino's dog in the movie Serpico, but I can't figure out what I see in my own dog.
I have been fretting since Sunday about Phalen. I had all but convinced myself that he had no respect for me and that our relationship and our dreams were just that, dreams. I am usually pretty upbeat, but a mind is a tricky thing and especially one that needs a serious upgrade. All of my fears of inadequacy came rushing to the main chip in my brain and it was stuck in a loop. It was almost the blue screen of death!
Thankfully, I have friends that love me and have newer processors that I do. Pam and Susan helped me to sort out what I saw and what really happened. Phalen is not a monster, he is a dog. A high drive, fabulous, smart boy who quite willingly takes control of a situation if given the opportunity. That's what happened Sunday, opportunity. I gave him the opportunity to engage in those behaviors by poor management, and naivete. So with that information on a floppy drive, I can insert it into my very old drive and create a workable program.
Whew, crisis averted. Ron has offered to buy me the necessary upgrades to help my processing speed. I fear it is a lost cause, I am destined to be a Commodore 64. My brain must slowly process information to glean all the necessary lessons. It has it's own algorithm and as long as it's working, I think I will just keep plugging along. Speed may not be all it's cracked up to be!
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