I sometimes have to wait till midnight to set the alarm for morning wake up because I can't do the math.
Haven't been lost onto myself in awhile, just haven't had the time. The inclination is there.
I've grown exceedingly tired of this four week, annoying cold with cough, chills, and absolutely zero energy.
Talking about myself, in a positive light, always feels like bragging or too much ego, narcissism.
Sometimes I put myself out there too much, make bold, self-defining statements, then recoil, hide, avoid the audience and wait until I can face it. I fear I say too much, I've revealed too much.
Maybe I'm just vapor, a whisp.
I feel too much or not enough.
A water balloon, thin skinned and always ready to pop.
Life is a series of experiences and sensations, than you die, take a break, and come back and do it all over again.
Try not to take this life too seriously. I don't think it was might to.
Cemeteries are good places to get perspective. You live, you die. It's all good.
I think about life, death, meaning often. Deep thinker. Always have been.
Searching for meaning and purpose, when sometimes there isn't any. Sometimes it's just finding creative ways to get thru each hour, each day. Learning more advanced techniques to appear functional and manage mountainous stress.
I have days where I think life is one, ingenious, well-planned play....and other days where I'm positive it's a crap shoot. Leaning more towards the latter, these days.
Haven't really missed friendships, these past few weeks. Between not feeling physically well, school stuff, kids birthday parties, everyday wear, tear, chores, errands...haven't had time to think about it.
Just being in the moment...drifting....small Aspie talk for you
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