I’m a fence jockey…not good.

I believe it’s my dyslexia and how I was taught to deal with it.

See, a dyslexic (in my experience can tell right away what the obvious choice might be when presented with a multitude of options. Quickly becoming overwhelmed with the options for a correct choice. We must learn to, by one method or another, filter thought the choices to find what will work.

That’s all good and well in a closed system such as academia. But it’s redundant to say life is anything but.

And thus I ride that fence; always considering both sides the be equally green. I don’t see myself ever climbing down.

#plebchain