> well pardon me for not keeping your daftness in mind
> whenever I quote someone else.
> Also do please forgive me for trying to be nice to you, I
> can promise you I will never make that mistake again.
> Contrary to common belief I am capable of thinking for
> myself and I am done wasting time and energy on you.
>
> K.
>
I have an idea. Why don't you and I get to know each other a little bit? What is all this stuff about daftness and things when all I'm doing is presenting an alternative point of view. Well, maybe I am a little bit daft. Maybe it takes being daft, as you may mean it, to deal with the kinds of things I've had to deal with. But no, actually, I may always have been daft. I was daft when I was three months old, waiting up to see what my mother meant in a phone conversation...imagine, having cognition at that time? I took it so much for granted. I was daft when I was a year old, negotiating with my brother that he not smash my head with a wooden baseball bat. He was so surprised! I don't know if he was more surprised with my discussion, or with the fact that I remembered what he said before, but by the end of the talk he asked me for permission to go outside, and he is three years older than me! I was daft when at three years old I was able to read signs on streets and buses. Daft. What is there to be but daft, when so much is so given to me to be daft about? I started walking without anyone watching. I got my cues from boys who were not living with me, to walk, to talk, even to ask my mother to potty train me. Yeah, I suppose I have to be a little bit daft. I was daft to have my own furniture, my own house, another house, all before I was six years old, given as gifts. Daft. By that time, there was no chance for normality.
I can't be blamed for the way that my life has built me. So, let's see if you can accept me for being daft.
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