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Romance?
No way.
This oughta kill any thought of …….that….Yuck. Ick. Cooties. Too.
Adolescence is darn difficult enough without all the “reminders”.
Of our inadequacies.😳
The Moaning and the hormoaning.
Baby teeth.
Broken Teeth
Buck teeth.
Molars
Incisors
Grinders.
(Not that kind, heads outta the gutters kids)
The Missing.
The Missing teeth.
The spits and spurts.
The Growths.
The four eyes, the glasses, the grim rims.
The spurting.
The growth spurts.
The Bulls. The bullying. The pushes, shoves, critiques, clicks and cliques. 😵💫
Make the team.
Join the team.
A team. B team. Club team.
The dreaded “Intramural” team…..
The motions.
The emotions.
The motions of the emotions—Kicking, screaming, slamming doors.
The louder the better.
To be heard.
Then. The slam of the door.
To not be heard—To be “alone”.
Alone with Ade- Quate
Our friend. And our BFF.
Hello. May I introduce you to, would you like to meet my BFF.
My BFF’s name is Ade- Quate.
Yes. Ade-Quate. In here. In our room. In our cave.
Me and Ade-Quate are alright, enough. Frankly, We are Superstars.
The Boss of You.
Hanging on our walls, are posters, pictures, and reminders of things that make us happy. Things we like. And are one hundred percent certain the items return the “feelings” one hundred fold.
In our little world of Ade-Quate and I.
The only hairy being allowed in.
(Other than the ones popping up all over our body)…..Is
The Dog.
The Dog understands our middle-aged-teen-angst and unwaveringly believes in us and loves Ade-Quate just as much as we do. In here. In our giant cave-like-now-dog-house-of-24-hour acceptance and love.
Once the door is knocked on, or worse off, opened, the dog bolts up to check on the intruder. Whether that be Mom, Dad, Brother, Sister, “Friend”.
The dog will barometerize the message for us before any one is allowed to step one foot to enter our four walled dwelling.
Ears up. Ears down. A sniff here. A sniff there. Depending upon the person, a bark, a cower, a look of approval or disapproval in our direction. We know then how to proceed with the intruder. Their requests. Their request of us. Depending upon of course in how the message is delivered. The dog is my personal doorman. And has a sniffer for fraudulent expectations.
Whether or not to listen to the person at the door. Hear what they have to say. Or zone out. And pretend to hear. The dog and I have a signal. And it is one hundred percent all our own language. Ears up. Ok. Ears down, wait for it………
Rooted and derived of and from “The Language of Adequacy”.
In this dwelling we can go from Ade-Quate to Superstardom flawlessly. Without all the incessant, parasitic flies on the wall, the ones floating around and into and around our business, and the knock down drag out mind games.
Spiderman is allowed in. As well as Air Bud. They are our business consultants. They come in, join our teen-kid-dog-cave in a spirit of coordination and cooperation and leave our four walls with the plan to implement our plan in liberty and justice for all.
Inclusion is a tall order. Duck if you must, however we work to not stoop you down. The shorter the better. May be for some. That is a-ok too in this room of Ade-Quacy. While the improvement meeting is going on, the dog works the room to ensure openness and honesty. Debate absolutely allowed in the door. Contempt is not.
The dog will sense when a participant is going down the wrong path. The dog does not take kindly to this manner. This manner of behavior. From the dog’s perspective, if he has to wait his turn, then so do you. He will work for tricks and treats so you do not have to.
He is a good and faithful monitor of this room of Ade-Quate. Knowing full well, the plan is to move you up from here. The. Competitor. Of. All. Competitors.
As we have experienced—Throwing gobs of green at anything negatively results in a germopohibic mess the likes of which we are virus-ly still coming to terms with—we are all pain stakingly now the ones crawling out of. Out from the fog. Slowlyyyyyyyyyyyy, verrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyy slowly.
Ugh.
God help us all.
He will.
Hang in there.
Enter my space of Adequacy where the sky is the limit and God takes us beyond from there! Those allowed in—are a mere handful. The motto: God is Dog spelled backwards. And. Dog is God spelled backwards. They will take and re-work the backwards to the forwards with out all the parasitic influence.
It is important to remember just as dogs lick their wounds, so are they able to lick other parts of themselves. Their “private parts”. An important distinction to remember. And it is a distinguished, distinguishable distinction. ☺️ And they do so with no shame—in public even. Cannot really say that about a lot of people. Can you.
The dog’s distinguished nature cannot be extinguished. They will dare you to try. And. You will lose.
Peaking too soon has its detractors. What is the darn hurry anyways? What is your hurry? To show how “tough” you are in the midst of the fight? Another benefit of The Dog in the room of Ade-Quate. Where Ade-Quacy is a tool to be honed and toned. Anyone call bully, game the mind, twist the gist, fake the take.
Why else do you think they Call it “Tinsel teeth”. Intention of a decoration at Christmastime, a tree?……A health care need?…Depends on the code, I suppose. The partridge, the geese-a-layin’, the French hens, the “calling birds” the “pecking” order has dropped…. a dollop sized poop dropped and a brisk fly away…….
Fraud breeds fraud.
Flawless is as flawless does.
No matter the bumps,
No matter the bruises,
No matter the scars,
Still the truth is (MM).
Dog is God spelled backwards. God is Dod spelled backwards.
Most importantly, they both remain at your side in the four corners of your world.
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