I always thought that crochet was invented by an ADD woman, being one myself.


Once upon a time, long ago, probably in France, a woman with undiagnosed Attention Deficit Disorder was puttering around her cottage. Doing much but getting nothing done, of course.


In fact she was very busily working hard at trying to find the key to her chest full of yarn (and other odds and ends that had found their way into the chest). She tore the whole cottage apart...

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Im thinking I need a break from ADDF. I'm gettting sick and tired of all the whinning an dmoaning.
Wah wah its so hard to make myself do the dishes. And all that crap.

Most of the people in my family are ADHD, and I've noticed something. There are people who rule their ADHD and people who let it rule them. I find myself having less and less respect for the kind of people who just lay down and complain. Or who expect meds to make everything better for them.

I want...

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If ADHD didn't make it hard enough to understand people, I find myself living in a city where 1/3 the poeple speak French! I don't speak French. Why must Canada be bilingual? Gah!

Its hard enough learning my way around a new city, geting use to horrid city life again and looking fo rowrk. But to also be surrounded by people who don't seak the same language and who are snobs about it. Oh man!

Vent ends here