I cringe whenever I hear people trying to diagnose themselves with A.D.D. or dyslexia, or any of the other ailments they use as excuses for being dumb. Having said that, I’m pretty sure I’m dyslexic.
When I read numbers, the digits often jostle for position in my eye sight; thereby making me see them in the wrong order. Numbers shouldn’t be jostling; they should be staying right where they are.
Just a few minutes ago I was looking over a news site I often visit and saw this headline about Robin Robert’s, one of the co-hosts of Good Morning America.
Robin Roberts Upbeat After Bone Marrow Transplant
If I weren’t a clinically undiagnosed dyslexic, I would have interpreted this headline to mean that Robin Roberts is in good spirits after having undergone a serious medical procedure. Instead, I read it as this…
Robin Roberts Beatup After Bone Marrow Transplant
I don’t need to tell you that those are two completely different sentences with two very different meanings. In the first, a woman is showing her strength after a surgery, and in the second a couple of street toughs walked in to a hospital room for no apparent reason and beat up a woman that recently had a bone marrow transplant. Maybe they were Jehovah’s Witness extremists and took offense to Robin’s transplant? I don’t know. The point is, for a few seconds I was saddened by the current state of mankind over something that never happened because I can’t read for shit.
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