It wanders, wonders, allover the place. Thus, Pong. Me thinks they call it something like ADHD, ie, Attention-Deficit/Hyperactivity Disorder.
Skipping to another thought, har har, I have some favorite places in the World to go. The Dog Park is one. The thing Google tells me, folks with ADHD sometimes experience a state of intense focus, where they become deeply engrossed in a particular activity or interest.
What better than a dog park? Like-minded individuals, happy - there ain't no dread in dog parks, it's all hell-to-the-yeah, let's go baby! There's a certain 'mental high' to see one's pooch happy - which, in turn makes us happy.
ADHD. Attention-Dog, Hyperactivity-Dog. Pong. Go here, pee there. Sniff that one, ignore the next. Let's run South..... then West... Down to the shade..... back to mom, or dad, or whomever. Pant. Water. Do it again. Arf. Newbie. Meet, greet the newbie at the gate. Follow newbie South, then West, then to shade, back to mom. Pant, water, do it again. Big, small, don't matter, we love all.
Kids with ADHD. Struggle to pay attention... "Fido, c'mere!".. Fidgety. "Run South.. then West.. down to the shade." Forgetful. Trouble following instructions. "SIT Rover." Talking obsessively. "ARF, ARF, ARF." For years, Pediatricians, Teachers, School Counselors/Principals - came up with "We don't know, but give him this." Which, kinda reminded me of the Movie "One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest" Nurse Ratched and her controlling "Do what I say, leave us the hell alone, don't cause trouble" concoctions.
Adults with ADHD..... or so they, Google, AI, whomever - say. Difficulty paying attention, forgetful. Trouble organizing. Fidgety. (TIME OUT. Here's to where I admit, YEP, that's me. Don't ever look at me and pay close attention - HA - but if you do, you'll notice, continually, I rub my index finger with my thumb. Weird eh? You?)
S'more adult ADHD crap...... interrupt people. Can't wait one's turn. Risky behaviors. Anxiety and depression. Low self-esteem. Relationship problems. Procrastination. Boredom. Poor Time Management. WOW, I am SO GLAD none'a those apply to me. (HA!)
I think it was Cream in 1966 that sang "I'm so glad.. I'm so glad.. I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad. And... a couple years before that, Dave Clark and his Five, sang "I'm feelin', glad all over, Yes, I'm, glad all over, Baby, I'm glad all over.....'
Rover, SIT STILL. Victurd, PUT YOUR THOUGHTS TOGETHER, we need 'em sensical! Like, you ain't even addressed 'Piminto Cheese'????????
Oh yeah, sorry.. forgot.. fidget. Run West. South. Shade. Pant. Water.
Rory McIlroy. Annuder aspect of ADHD is, can be, perceived failure, which leads to fear of failure, which leads to hitting the ball in the drink to get a double bogey. Scooby, who was running South at the dogpark, heard that, stopped.. and said "Huh?"
Pong, sorry, kinda. The connection is, he's playing at the Masters, where, they can be bassackwards - as in, Piminto Cheese prices are a buck and a half (don't be impressed, they too were bassackwards in not allowing women to be members until 2012, which is like, almost a century behind all the other US courses) Victor, you blurt, hurt. (Another ADHD characteristic, guilty.)
It is said (Say Democrats, Republicans, National Inquirer, People Magazine... just kidding on all those).. it is said (Googling), sometimes ADHD and OCD surface together.
Rory McIlroy is amazing. Might not be enough to run DOGE, but, he's won $100,046,906 in his professional golf career. HOLY ALPO, OLD ROY, none'a that for me... drop me off at Ruth's Chris Steak House baby!
Newspaper say "Rory was 4 under par after 14 holes......"
He's one win away from a Grand Slam, and no, I don't mean Denny's, two buttermilk pancakes, two eggs cooked to order, two strips of bacon, two sausage patties, hash browns, toast, and a partridge in a pear tree. I mean, The Golf Grand Slam is, to WIN every major tournament there is. No, I ain't gonna list them 'cause I have ADHD, don't wanna look 'em up.. but... suffice to say HE AIN'T WON THE MASTERS, the ONLY one he ain't.
That, ADHD, OCD, obsession, fear, mind games - are upon him. He hit a beautiful second shot into a par 5, over the pond that collects so many Titleists... back side of the green. Birdie assuredly eh? Chipped... downhill... kept rolling... and rolling.. (West? South? Shade? Pant, pant) and rolled off the green into the pond that eats Titleists - and, in one fell swoop/chip/ADHD/OCD/Fear, crap, he prolly ain't gonna win.
I feel for him. It's like I'm a personal jinx. EVERY time I watch him, he collapses. I shouldn't watch him, but I do. Two holes later, another double bogey. If he starts that badly today, he might be off to the UK (fail to make the cut) by Saturday.
The mind is really sumpin'. We are all flawed. Imperfect.
Victor, I don't get it. This blog was ALLOVER the place!
Somehow, I think you did.
Going to play golf. Don't give a rats about score, hitting into ponds, woods (I get a discount on golf balls.) May run by Denny's before I go. Might even go to Dollar (and a Quarter) Tree and snatch me a fidget spinner. (Or is it Dollar Seventy-Five Tree now?) Sorry, kinda, but not really.
Love, Victurd
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