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Directional Confusion
The part of my brain that is least to my pleasing,
(most limited and therefore fodder for teasing,)
is my sense of direction, which isn’t the best.
I simply don’t know which way’s east, which way’s west.
Thus, between friends it is frequently spoken
that I am geographically broken.
When it comes to driving, I have the dexterity.
It’s just a matter of lacking temerity.
Such things as location and proper direction
just seem to be out of my reign of detection.
Expeditions to L.A. end up in Long Beach—
my talent for getting there just out of reach.
It’s not that I’m dumb, but it seems that the section
of brain that determines location election
just didn’t develop in the usual manner.
I lack other people’s inbuilt radar scanner.
I don’t mind the driving if you’ll man the maps.
From the start to the finish, just fill in the gaps.
I’ll turn when you say to. I’ll exit with ease.
Just do not demand that I navigate, please!
Photo by Joshua Coleman on Unsplash
(Unfortunately, although hyperbole, this one is not fiction.)
Prompts for today are expedition, dexterity, teasing, fodder andsection. Photos from Unsplash used with permission.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Same here. I can do right and left but no directions.
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I have to associate..
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😉
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I can sure relate to this!
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Me too!
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I shall have to remember this just in case Judy. Thanks for joining in 🙂 🙂
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It’s a fun read.
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Thanks, Marleen.
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Yep, me too. And it’s unfortunate that my husband is the same way, we spend lots of time finding our way! 😉
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I can actually read a map fine. I just have to have directions really clearly laid out and I tend to not see things, even in my own house, let alone when driving and looking for landmarks.
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