All I really want in life is to become a genuinely good, nice, kind, caring, productive person.
One of the most universally “autistic” struggles I undergo is requiring a certain level of precision of language in order to be able to process the new information I’m receiving in a meaningful way.
If you remove the gender commentary, this post is actually just a really great observation of how human society as a whole has been acting in general lately. It’s worse than ever before because it wasn’t as easy to act like a total troll & get away with it like we can now in the past. This is typically what it feels every time I try to have a basic convo with someone.
“Starseed,” she’d called me. This word echoed in my mind, bouncing off half-formed structures crafted from similar substances. What did it mean? What would become of me if I followed her advice? Would the pain and suffering, confusion and desperation finally clear up, finally allow the light into this world of darkness I’d lived so long in?