I honestly believe that sometimes Dana’s only job is to make sure that I don’t miss all the fun that happens in life. Seriously, there are moments when I believe my wife is also my pet monkey because she intentionally does stuff to drag me out of dreadful moods. It’s kind of like having a Life Alert monkey that can talk. Yes. I can go that creepy. You know what else? I spank the monkey. Yup. It just got creepier in here. My work is done.
As an introvert with ADD, it is very hard for me to change subjects; I don’t necessarily mean on the outside. When something is going on inside me, or perhaps another person has said something that hurt my feelings, it just stays in my mind like a worm, and I have trouble letting it go. (It’s a function of ADD called “hyperfocus,” and I can’t explain it except that NOTHING else matters.) I wonder what I could have done to make such a hurtful thing come out of someone else’s mouth, and by the next morning, I will have a list of fifty ways in which I’ve come up short. Dana sees the way my mind works, and is invaluable at punching me on the arm and telling me to snap out of it. I will only take “snap out of it” from Dana. If you are a depression patient, you probably have issues with those words, too. Let’s just leave it at that.
Dana is my court jester, and you never really know you need one until you have it. She makes me more fun than I could be on my own, because I am liable to tell you to get the hell off my lawn.
(Just in case you were wondering, never ask me for anything. Dana’s the nice one.)
So we’re just hiking, Dana and me, enjoying each other’s company because we’re both playing in the water with wild abandon. My court jester, my greatest love.
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