The I-cant’s are offensive to both me and you. Like the I-can’t ride a bike or the I-can’t see the board. Like the I-can’t sing a song or the I-can’t dance with you because I-can’t figure out the forms to the motions of a swing-step or a side-step to a twirl, a dip, or a lunge. I-can’t control this, and I-can’t control that because I-can’t place one foot over the other, and certainly not in a straight line. I-can’t do it. I-can’t seem to coordinate what I want to say with what I’m thinking, or what I want now with what I want then. I-can’t add. I-can’t put things together. Simultaneously or otherwise. I-can’t. I just can’t.
But someone ought to tell you, the I-can’ts are combatable. Because even when you say you can’t, you can at least try.
