I’ve been obsessed with cosmology. I wrote an ontological model.

I, we, figured out what God truly is.

What else do I want to talk about?

I don’t know, because I don’t talk to other people.  On occasion I get comments on Medium, never on The Church of Rock n Roll.

It makes me feel as if I know everything, buy I don’t know everything. 

Who wants to talk to me?

I don’t like talking to the others I have around me because they don’t get me.

I have a friend but she works here. We don’t talk much, but she gets me.

I look at me and I’m literally a genius. From what I get people like me have a hard time finding others to talk to.

Neurodivergent people are my people.

We are the Evolution of the species.

However, most are adult children that never grow up and I need adults who think as adults.

If I think about it from the reader perspective, what?

I get it, why should I need people to talk with because most people are not on my level. It sucks that most people are not on my level of thinking.

I get why when I do talk to someone, it’s a unique experience for them.

I just never thought I would be this dude.

When someone does talk with me, I find it correct them, and that’s not a good thing for finding friends.

I work at being friends with people. 

Yet as I’ve gotten older I don’t make friends as easily I used to.

I’ve been living here for 4 months. I got a call today that I’ve got an appointment for getting my autism diagnosis in February.  9 months away.

I can do it and then they 6 months to get approved for ssi.

This place sucks ass living here.

I’ve worked at finding a way to enjoy living here.

It’s dinner. Too frequently they serve Mexican food. For 2 days I couldn’t eat because I am allergic to peppers, nightshade. It kills me.

Literally means my death and no one gives a shit. Why should they, everyone else has no issue.

I’m the only one who it’s death to eat nightshade.

Oh well.

Have a blessed one and be excellent always.