Senseless Sunday Sarcasm: Munrebs
Crumple up a few strands of cheap spaghetti, throw that mess onto a piece of paper and try to make words out of it. That’s severe dyslexia.
For the rest of us, with the moderate to mild variety, we can figure out the words with a bit of detective work.
If we’re not sick…or tired…or stressed…or…
Oh, hell with it! Letters look a lot like this:
“Numbers” become “Munrebs,” or rudmuns or Nubrems.
You get to the point where you’re constantly putting the pieces together to form the concept. That’s why those silly “If you can read this you’re a genius” meme’s on Facebook are so irritating.
This one is what my mother used to call, “a piece of cake.”
This one is everyday life:
I used to win bets when I turned papers upside down and read them using a mirror.
No, it isn’t genius…it’s survival.
“What is 30439 + 5638?” My 5th grade math teacher might have asked, pointing to the numbers on a chalk board.
34036 plus….what was that number again? Being stressed, bored, and tired, I’d look up at the chalk board from my front row seat.
Trying to keep the numbers in one place is akin to this:
Or… possibly, like trying to make electrified spaghetti stop moving.
- In the 1960’s the problem was called, “Your kid is smart but lazy.”
- In the 1970’s it was called “Minimal Brain Damage.”
- Now, it’s called “Dyslexia.”
- Perhaps by 2020, it will be called “Your parents weren’t quite right.”
So I have to ask myself time and time again — why am I so fascinated with numbers? Trying to read them is like riding the highest roller coasters with loops in them.
Which, by the way, I love to do.
Back to reality…
Did you know there are several famous people with dyslexia?
Not many rocket scientist are among them. Jack Parsons was a rocket engineer who died in an explosion.
We see things differently. Take, for example, the “warning” on Facebook that says, “PARTLY FALSE.” Most people see one word (false). I ask, “Does that mean it’s mostly true?”
I can’t tell you how many times that kind of sarcasm got me in trouble when I was in school.
Here are a few tidbits about how my better half handles the problem:
- DIRECTIONS: “No, not that left, the other left.”
- MORE FUN WITH DIRECTIONS: “You go north…uh…” points in the direction. “That way!”
- WRITING NOTES: “Can you send me an email instead of a note?” (the red squiggles under words that I type are my friend)
- EDITING: “That’s okay, I can wait for your text reader to finish reading your book to you.”
- LACK OF FOCUS: “Have the characters in your books stopped talking to you so I can tell you something?”
- AUDITORY DYSLEXIA: “I said I need the broom, not I drummed the room.”
If you’re not laughing by now, I’m not doing my job.