I read an article in the recent past about a Guy – a Dad – who was at the local park with His Kids. [N: My guess, I didn’t firsthand see Them IRL… so TECH fills these Madlibs blanks on My own]
This Dad was observing another Dad – I’ll call this guy “Playground Dad” – who was physically on the actual jungle jim, running around & screaming with abandon – essentially, mimicking the behavior of all the actual IRL Children in the near vicinity.
Imagining this scene in My Own SB: I don’t have any Proof that Playground Dad even had any of His Own Children there – or even that He has any Kids IRL – but PASSION, who loves a good Story, *believes* this is True. [N: Beliefs as a Rule require No Proof]
So Dad who in the Future wrote this article, was “wondering out loud” – basically, writing the article which I as the Reader could read at My leisure, which I did in the recent past – was giving Me, Conner Romesco, one of the billions of Conceptual Human Beings in Writer Dad’s “Readers of My Articles” mental File a peek inside His Own Subconscious Brain.
*mental grenade explodes*
Once I realized this – “had an Epiphany” – the entire World shifted for Me. I didn’t technically have to learn how to read minds!?! I just had to sit around and keep My own mind open, and all the Other People milling about on this rock right alongside Me will invite Me into Their SBs!? Just like inviting a Vampire into Your house! You are completely vulnerable!
Yeah, ‘Vampires’ is Another Story for Another day. Back to the one I’m telling right here, right now. loll
Where was I?!? Oh yes. Writer Dad trying to piece out Playground Dad’s antics. Writer Dad, trying to “dig in the sh#t & uncover the Pony.”
*Spoiler Alert!* I don’t think Writer Dad figured it out. Poor Unfortunate Soul. [N: maybe He did, later… but I don’t get the rest of His Story, because Writer Dad is a Conceptual Other Person to Me in My Own Real Life; if Writer Dad & I were Connected IRL? I’d just ask Him verbally loll]
Here’s the answer Writer Dad was seeking. The answer His TECH was seeking, technically.
Playground Dad was “Meeting Them Where They Are.” He was playing, right alongside those Kids! He put the cellphone down – or left it in the car, that works too – and He “was present” because the data in His Own “what a Good Dad does” mental File – My guess – informed Him of what to do. Informed Him of how to behave, externally, IRL, with His Own Kids. With Kids in general.
And how did that data get into that mental File in the first place, You ask? Well, My guess is that Playground Guy learned it from His Parents. Maybe His Own Dad. Maybe His single Mom put it there. A Kindly Uncle who adopted Him. The Possibilities are endless… but those details don’t matter to Me, because it doesn’t change the plot for Me, personally. It doesn’t change the lesson for Me, personally, by reading this article in the first place.
Playground Dad did what any Good Teacher does, when facing a Class of New Students. Think about it. The Teacher is – by default & design – “the Smartest Person in the Room.” But having gobs of Conceptual data in the mental Files isn’t what makes a Teacher ‘Good.’ It’s the ability to flex from the TECH side – “I know Everything, You are all Stupid” – to the PASSION side: “I wanna inspire these cute little Rugrats… open Their minds to all the possibilities of the Universe. Anything could happen, literally!”
“Anything is Possible.”
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Conner’s Comments: Writer Dad made another Rookie mistake in his ponderings of “being a Good Dad.” He kept telling Himself: “I can’t be like that Dad over there.”
A total Rookie mistake. loll