With Great mustache comes great responsibility...

Let me introduce you to Malachi... an observer--first let me explain.. I have classified people into to four groups.. Instructors, do-ers, followers, and observers.. the do-ers are obvious.. they have most of the ambition but lack the leadership skills to be an instructor.. instructors had plenty of ambition but are now elevated above do-ing because they did very well at one time and someone noticed. That or they did someone very well at one time.. that's a different story. Followers are also obvious because they are following... either a doer or an instructor... either way they are 80% of the people in the world they do things just like the do-ers but they lack the originality and ambition to be called a do-er.. now observers... they are a confusing sort.. in a way they have the leadership skills to become a very good instructor, they have the adaptability to blend in as a follower (if they wish) they would almost be mistaken for an instructor or a do-er if someone were to observe them closely... but they choose to stay out of the line of sight. They have watched the ladder and know how it works.. they could use it to their advantage but choose not to because they either feel they are above it OR they lack the self confidence to climb.. They know much more about you then you might have wanted them to but don't be afraid.. they wont tell.. to motive an observer into a do-er would be a great task and is not accomplished often but is worth the effort for both them and those responsible for helping them.-- ok.. now that you have had your educational seminar on work habits... let me refocus on the original story.. Malachi... a 7 year old kid who doesn't talk much... my step-nephew... sort of, how he is related is a long story but I have chosen to call him my nephew out of convenience. Im minding my own... playing Atomic Bomberman with my headphones in when he comes up beside me watching the screen intently... I didnt notice him until I turned my head and he was already there... I know he is only 7 but holy frick... PERSONAL SPACE!! that is my pet peeve (even though I don't like to use that expression) I have a bubble.. I have what you might call humaphobia ( the fear-- more intolerance-- of un-invited contact with other humans) Malachi is however not the worst offender so I should cut him some slack.. but my mother.... uhhhhg!... personal enemy number one (in this sense, I don't hate my mom guys, get off my frickin back!!).. her hands are always cold and clammy too.. to top it off... she whispers , ok not really whispering... more like speaking loudly in a whispy manner.. she does this into your ear while holding you by the arm EVERY TIME SHE NEEDS TO TALK TO YOU!! its never anything that needed to be kept a secret either.. not that it would have been everyone can hear her in spite of how much she thinks she is being discreet by "whispering".. I've lost sight of the point I once had to this post.. I hope I hit it...