Clovers and Tee-ball

You know, it’s been shown that those in hunter-gatherer tribes who present with ADHD are often the better hunters and gatherers. I can attest to this. 

When I was little, I was forced to play sports. I played soccer when I was six and baseball up through middle school, and actually took a liking to lacrosse before I got a hard rubber ball launched into the middle of my head at 80 miles per hour during practice. No helmet. Explains a lot. 

Point is, when I was in the outfield as an elementary schooler, instead of looking for the ball to come my way after being softly bonked from the tee by a fellow six-year-old, I would look for four leaf clovers in the grass. And you know what? I would find one every single game. It didn’t help the team to put me in the infield either. I would look for pieces of sandstone that looked like spaceships. 

You put me out in a forest and tell me to find wild berries, I’ll come back with a basketful, in a basket that I fashioned from plant fiber in the middle of my gathering. But tell me to, what, work a nine-to-five in a musty office for forty-five years — with health insurance, mind you — so I can retire and sit on a pile of cash when I’m too old to do anything? No thank you.

I’d rather find my own luck than play ball like everyone else.