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Ten days later, the snow is almost all gone. I guess it was just a dream, that 30-odd inches of snow, winter’s last gasp, and now we can get on with spring. The daffodils will pop any day now, and the red-winged blackbirds have already settled in for the season.
And I? I am searching for the road less traveled, as if that will make all the difference in the world, searching for a new way, although the way to where remains a mystery.
The Facebook algorithm is sending me in an odd new direction. A professorial sort looked out at me from a sponsored video Thursday morning.
It turns out that my doomscrolling and lack of focus “aren’t bad habits; they’re a high IQ brain trapped in procrastination it can’t escape.” This poor trapped brain of mine will do “anything to avoid what really mattered” — “but then my friend recommended the neurodivergent reset plan.”
If I would just take a little online test and keep reading, I’m sure at some point they would tell me their limited-time offer to purchase my own personal neurodivergent reset plan at a reasonable price.
It was flattering that they assume I have a “high IQ brain,” although a little alarming to find I am “trapped in a procrastination I can’t escape.” Fortunately I have a high enough IQ not to keep reading until they sell me the neurodivergent reset plan that will finally let me escape what I can’t escape.
I always wanted to have a high IQ brain, and I kind of like the idea of being divergent in some form or fashion — who wants to be “normal”? and define “normal” anyway. Here’s to the ones who “think different,” right? We’re the ones who save the world most of the time.
