| Tim and I have had an ongoing game of "Tag" for almost 50 years! (OK... 48.322 years if you want to get "technical")! Any "normal" person would be wondering why? Ah... herein lays the story of the reason (Well... sort of...) From my life-long quest to "figure myself out", I majored in psychology in my undergraduate study in order to get more guidance in figuring out the many "quarks" I have. After all this time, not only am I not any closer to answers, neither are several past and 1 present psychiatrists! I'm convinced that the past ones finally told me to go to someone else because they ran out of room for my case file! :-) Maybe some questions in life are better left unanswered! (Like why you never see any baby pigeons, or why there is only 1 shoe laying along the road???) I will have a whole future section consisting of questions like this, that I have wondered about all my life. I will, after some self-debate, get into what I call "The Coincidence of Life", and "8,9,10'ers", and other very fascinating and esoteric things that have both puzzled and fascinated professionals and regular people like us for years! I'm careful not to share this kind of stuff with too many people in fear that they may think "I'm really weird"! Oh well, what have I got to lose, they do anyway, but in a harmless fascinating and profound way. As for now, back to the subject at hand (as soon as I "page up" to see what I was originally talking about...)! Oh, yes... the reason the perpetual game of "tag" has lasted practically life-long for me is that I absolutely can't stand to be "it"! The cause of this is my "Clamenduger (pronounced clah' men doo ger) Feeling." I, of course, coined this term among countless others, when I was very young (around 7 or 8). As best as I can explain it, it is the OVERWHELMING power that builds up inside of me when I am "it" and I MUST tap back in order to "drain it"! (One explaination from one Doctor is that it's simply that I have a lot of German in me and am very strong-willed. Ummm, I don't think that fully explains it). This, of course, was well known to Tim, and one day he and Len ("Blen")(I gave nick names to scores of people), tied me to a barn support beam and Tim tapped me and they both ran away leaving me tied up in dire danger of having my "Clamenduger Feeling" building up to an explosive level!!!! I finally broke loose, thanks to my old friend adrenalin, and relentlessly pursued Tim and "tapped him back", then ran in "overdrive" way out ahead of both of them! Once again, I was rescued from a certain enormous "self explosion", thanks again to God's wonderous creation of adrenalin! |
