…or maybe just happy

I speak one language and have made it only ⅓ of the way towards getting the degrees I can never go out of my way in earning. I write in a style where somebody with double vision could maybe bring two lines together to make one complete thought if they try to focus on learning. I am such an average teacher that I can’t share what I know with other average people because I dilute their knowledge with every page turning. Actually, my intellect is hard to put down, being just social memories of a hermit whose home is almost down burning. Discerning readers will find good in any mistake within this post unless they find mistakes concerning. The unmistakable point of this post is that we get dumber as it’s adjourning, smarter while it’s occurring, and happier when we are yearning.