I had an intardasting conversation with my mother yesterday. Without constructing a MethStar-esque screed about it, I have made a Venn Diagram that I shall attempt to embed hear:
That summarizes the main points. Hopefully, it will aid anyone who; is reading challenged, identifies as (& embodies to some degree) a mentally challenged black woman.
My brief attempt to find a vidya summarizing the thoughts ended in failure, and I rejected outright The Idea™ of creating one.
In lieu of an appropriate vidya, I will provide three muzak-ical selections that I found somewhat appropriate to the topic.
I am approaching the limit of what I consider to be a concise treatise on this subject; in the interest of brevity: my conversation was an attempt the help my dear mother arrive at Truth in a philosophical sense.
I fear she suffers from some sort of Derangement Syndrome, probably age-related and hopefully not Terminal.
On that note, re: Terminal Derangement Syndromes. I note that this conversation occurred before the alarming incident in Pennsylvania yesterday.
Nautical Shore.
