I've Got A Problem

Several, in fact...

Gonna be tought to pinpoint. But...

I'll just express the night. The last several days, actually. So, here I go.

Remember when you were youth? Did anyone load your plate with shit you didn't like, and refuse you dismissal from some formal setting until the crapoleum was gone?

I call bullshit. I pinpoint overweight youth of America--hell, overweight Americana in general.

Food: The Golden Rules

Eat When You're Hungry
Eat What You Want
Eat Consciously
When You're Full, STOP.

MORAL: If you dinna load your own plate, why the fuck should you be asked to 'clean' it???

In school, did some old biddy-- male or female-- tell you how to hold your writing imlpement? Did they say "do this first, then that second, then..."

Calling All Bullshit!!! ...

I Have No Golden Rule Here--- but... What Works For YOU???

As an adult do you see a solution to some moronics @ work that your supervisor never will, that s/he will never comprends? And, you've expressed as much to them, and they have some "go with the flow/ we have a system" tripe?

Wonder why they're the manager?

Well... So do I. So have I. So did I.

Slap caugh syrup down your kids' gullet at every throat-hack? Quit. It could just be an immune system building strength.

The writing implement?
Hmm...

I heard that tripe tonight. I made some observations. Then told L'il Dude "I hold mine the same way {as you do} [the 'wrong way', according to those 'in the know'] . And, y'know what? I write like a Champ!!!" [Then, I commenced beating my chest like a gorilla---RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE MORON FEEDING HIM THIS LINE O' SHIT!!].

My handwriting SUCKED as a youth. I'm male-- we aren't generally known for penmanship.

Bird was participating in some formal writing exercise wherein his handwriting was not the challenge-- his comprehension of words was.
I ask...how the fuck does correcting his holding of a pencil aid in his sentence structure comprehension?!?

Yup... IT DON'T.

["Doesn't." I illiterate on poipose...]

L'il Bird told me at one point tonight, "I like my mom's rules better..."

There's a very loose structure here at Casa De Crazy, from sleeping times, to eating, to playing...

En generaux, we all do as we feel.

UNSCHOOLING, it has been refered to [as].

I could be ranting, I'm certainly raving. Yet...

I know I have good penmanship. I developed it by writing. ON MY OWN.
Granted I know-- because I were drilled in-- sentence structure. But-- how to hold a pencil?

Shut the fuck up!!!

I out-scored all others at the task of sentence diagramming. Because I was corrected DURING SPEECH-- when I spake. I learned by listening and conversing.

And, why should I eat what YOU like?? We're different persons!!!

I've not yet set my step-father foot down with this person whose charge Bird is in whilst Momma is away for some week or so. But... it ain't far, that stomp.

I only stood for so much-- correction: only took in so much-- during my youth, and I'll only let this one take in so much. I'm letting it go-- tonight-- because the kid is learning that different 'bosses' have different rules, and we all have to learn to navigate different flowing waters.

But... forced eating? Nae. Hullo, LardA[ss A]merica. [Then someday he'll be mandated to pay for some forced health care in itiative?? PFFT!!!]

Or, be made to "Write this way!!!", then pleaded to, to accept text-verbiage as acceptable on college entrance exams?

Well, lettuce mention... Colleges ARE formal learning institutes...

"Here, hold the fork like so..."

And grow and grow,and become a Fukk U. graduate?!?

Two of the three previous words, Folks...

Cygnus