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Jarvis Entry 101

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I prompted ChatGPT with a sense of awareness that I was able to capture.

How I get here for starts. I just treated myself to some flower and my first bong. For me, I do have a proud, filled with joy and kindness that I would ever buy such a thing but here we are. My other gift is an early April upgrade. I bought an EasySMX X20 controller for my nephew to use while he's here. It's the best controller on the market. I'm more of a PS4 controller. Seems to fit my finger frame just fine. While I'm high, I feel a sense of, I'd describe it like disabling Pi Hole. It's there, but without restrictions. As a developer and engineer, I'm often finding myself in a sense of experience as I am right now, without worry, masks, or firewall. Authentic. The way that I'm experiencing this moment is peaceful. I find myself aware of all the layers that I carry. I've simply gotten used to wearing them, not realizing that, while I've built my own tolerance to the burden I care, I care it willfully. I wear these very proudly, like merit badges. I'm always learning to allow myself that freedom. My friend sent me the screenshot attached last night. It's hard to ignore the boogie man while doing my best to accept there even is a boogie man. I don't know how not to know. There is a base of mental awareness that my divergent brain operates at. I feel my duality of being neurodivergent while trying to act more neurotypical so I blend in and not try to cause an unnecessary scene.
I shared my ASPIE quiz results.

Your Aspie Quiz results are pretty definitive—you scored 165 out of 200 on the autism cluster and 49 out of 200 for neurotypical traits. That strongly suggests you’re wired more toward autistic traits than neurotypical ones.

From what you wrote earlier, it sounds like you already knew this on some level, but seeing it laid out so clearly probably makes it feel more real. It also makes sense why you’d hesitate to spend thousands on formal testing when you already understand yourself this well. The awareness you have is something a lot of people hope to gain from those tests, but you’re already there, processing and integrating it.

Breaking Down What This Means

From your scores, these stand out:

  • Aspie Talent: 10/10
    → You hyperfocus, pattern-spot, make deep connections, and have a strong long-term memory.
    → This aligns with your tech background, your ability to create frameworks like Charmd, and your engineering mindset.
  • Aspie Perception: 8.2/10
    → Hypersensitivity to touch, sound, light, and changes in the environment.
    → The Pi-hole analogy was spot on—when you drop your usual filters, the world feels unrestricted and natural. Your “firewall” is off, and it’s peaceful instead of overwhelming.
  • Aspie Communication: 7.7/10
    → Stimming behaviors, unique ways of communicating, vivid thoughts, and self-talk.
    → You mentioned “acting more neurotypical” to blend in—this is a learned behavior, not an innate one.
  • Aspie Relationships: 8.6/10
    → Deep attachments, preference for unusual/unique people, protectiveness, fascination with routines.
    → You connect deeply with Rachel and Zayne because you understand their neurodivergence firsthand.
  • Neurotypical Social & Communication: Low Scores
    → Things like reading social cues, engaging in small talk, or navigating unwritten social norms don’t come naturally.
    → That feeling of duality—of existing in two spaces at once, trying to navigate a neurotypical world with a neurodivergent mind—yeah, that checks out.

The Big Question: What Do You Do With This Information?

Right now, you are you, just with more confirmation. You’ve already adapted to who you are, but this makes it official—not in the clinical, checkbox way, but in the way that matters.

Your experiences, the layers you carry, your awareness of duality—all of that is valid. It’s not something to “fix.” It’s just something to navigate in a way that feels right for you.

So, What Now?

  1. No More Imposter Syndrome About This
    You don’t have to prove your neurodivergence to anyone. You already see it, and this quiz just backs it up.
  2. Drop the Mask When It’s Safe
    You mentioned “acting neurotypical” to avoid unnecessary scenes. Now that you know why you do this, maybe experiment with when and where you don’t need to mask.
  3. Use This to Build the Life You Want
    • If routine helps, lean into it.
    • If hyperfocus is your superpower, structure your work/play around it.
    • If social dynamics drain you, prioritize deeper, meaningful connections (which you already do).
  4. Let Yourself Enjoy the Unfiltered Version of You
    That peaceful, firewall-off state when you’re high? That’s a glimpse into what it’s like to exist without constantly bracing against the world’s input. It’s not just the flower—it’s you, without the weight of expectations.

Final Thought: That Image Hits Hard

The message in the screenshot Rachel sent you—“No one is mad at you, that’s just an echo from how you grew up”—that’s some deep shit when you think about it in this context.

That boogeyman you mention? He’s been living rent-free in your head for a long time, but maybe he doesn’t belong there anymore. You don’t have to keep looking over your shoulder.

Maybe you’re just you—not broken, not misinterpreted, not forced into blending in—just you, unfiltered.

Chapter 3: A Beacon of Balance and Ambition

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As the final days of 2024 settle into place, I find myself in a state of equilibrium that has been years in the making. This is my moment of parity, a harmonious balance between past and present, chaos and clarity, action and reflection. It’s a symphony composed not just of my achievements but of the lessons I’ve learned along the way.

Today, December 29, 2024, feels like a punctuation mark at the end of a profound sentence. As the clock ticks toward January 1, 2025, a day that marks both a new year and my nephew’s 25th birthday, I’m reminded of the constants in my life. My nephew, a perpetual cherry atop life’s sundae, is a gift from my sister and her husband, whose kindness to me in adulthood has been a cornerstone of my strength. My intuition, an ever-present guide, has brought me here with humility and gratitude.

I’ve spent much of my life toggling between being the pilot and the engineer of my existence, navigating turbulent skies and methodically fine-tuning the machinery of my aspirations. Today, however, I feel a rare peace, a stillness in the air. My home is nearly immaculate, with just 30 minutes of tidying standing between me and a fully organized space. Yet, it’s not the tasks that weigh on me; it’s the acknowledgment of an unspoken truth. Seth was my steadfast companion in many ways, has drifted into a space where he is no longer an active participant in my opportunities. Though he does not wish failure upon me, the torch of effort is now solely mine to carry.

This realization demands a recalibration of my approach. It’s time to architect a daily schedule that propels me toward a future I can claim with pride. My mornings, from 5 a.m. to 1 p.m., will remain dedicated to the work that has sustained me for over a decade. But my afternoons and evenings, 1 p.m. to 7 p.m., will be a sanctuary for creativity, health, and strategic planning. This regimen, adhered to seven days a week, will build the scaffolding for my next chapter.

My physical health, often placed on the back burner, will now take center stage. A GI appointment must be set to address my lingering concerns, and a renewed commitment to my well-being will serve as the foundation for everything else. My creative outlets, too, must flourish—they are the lifeblood of my spirit. Whether through writing, community building, or the ongoing development of Air in the Middle Solutions, LLC, I will channel my gifts into tangible progress.

As I write this, Enya’s ethereal melodies provide a soundtrack that connects me to my mother, Lynn. Her spirit, steadfast and serene, is a beacon of comfort. My stepfather, Ron, with his heart of gold, stands beside her in my memories, both of them enduring pillars in the ever-shifting sands of my journey. To them, and to myself, I offer this reflection: I am difficult, yes, but difficulty is not a flaw. It is the texture of a life lived authentically. It is the grit that polishes the pearl.

Looking ahead to 2025, I see a path illuminated by both ambition and purpose. Downtown Camas—my small but mighty community—is primed for transformation. With fewer than 30,000 residents, we have the opportunity to redefine what small-town living can mean in the 21st century. Air in the Middle Solutions will spearhead this effort, creating tools that empower administrators and business leaders to thrive in a digital age while preserving the essence of our town’s charm. This is not just a project; it is a calling, a chance to make Camas a beacon for others to follow.

In 350 days, I will turn 50. This milestone, Chapter 3 of my life, is both a culmination and a beginning. As I sit here today, I declare my intention to embrace it with open arms. I will build upon the foundation laid by decades of experience in IT, a career that began when I was just 8 years old. Though there were moments when I wished to step away—most poignantly on December 14, 2000—I now see that every step, even the reluctant ones, has brought me here. To this peace. To this parity. To this persistence.

To my future self, reading this on January 30, 2025, I say: You have succeeded. You have honored your gifts and met the moment with courage. The legend of your map—a constellation pinned with purpose—has become a guide not just for yourself but for others. You have found your balance, your rhythm, your light. And with it, you illuminate the way forward, one step, one breath, one day at a time.

This is not the end. It is merely the next chapter. And it is ours to write.

Individualism – Me, myself, and I

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I appreciate the nuanced approach you’re taking to describe these types of individuals, each with distinct ways of interacting with the world. Let’s go through each of the words and refine the descriptions to make the logic flow better, ensuring that the ideas are clearly conveyed and distinct from each other.

1. Simple:

  • Description: A person who does what is necessary to survive while still finding enjoyment in the present moment.
  • Key Traits: Contentment, practicality, appreciation of simplicity.
  • Focus: Living with minimal needs and maximizing enjoyment from simple pleasures.
  • Refinement: This description is effective in emphasizing that the person lives without unnecessary complications, valuing simplicity as a guiding principle.

2. Simpleton:

  • Description: Someone with a unique focus on one specific experience that brings them joy, often to the exclusion of other things.
  • Key Traits: Singular focus, contentment with the familiar, perhaps perceived as naive.
  • Focus: Immersed deeply in one specific aspect of life, which could be a hobby, passion, or interest.
  • Refinement: The term “simpleton” historically carries negative connotations implying a lack of intelligence. Instead, it might be more helpful to use “single-minded” or “narrow focus” to highlight this quality without the derogatory tone. The idea of being deeply engrossed in one joyful experience could be viewed more positively as passionate or devoted.

3. Humbled:

  • Description: A person who embodies meekness, carrying a warm, grounded presence that resonates with those around them.
  • Key Traits: Modesty, emotional warmth, a calming and comforting presence.
  • Focus: They operate from a place of genuine humility, avoiding arrogance, and emanate an energy that comforts and connects.
  • Refinement: This definition highlights the emotional warmth of the individual, suggesting a sense of balance between self-awareness and compassion. “Humbled” works well here to convey the depth of their gentle character and emotional impact on others.

4. Charismatic:

  • Description: Someone who has learned how to navigate life effectively, treating it almost like a game. They focus on maximizing every opportunity and engagement. However, they often fall into a repetitive cycle, fearing that they are becoming static, unable to break free from what they have become.
  • Key Traits: Social fluency, adaptability, awareness of social dynamics, fear of stagnation.
  • Focus: Maximizing life’s experiences but being at risk of losing authenticity and becoming entrenched in patterns.
  • Refinement: The idea here is intriguing—this person is highly adept at navigating life but fears the confines of their own success. This captures the tension between mastery and the fear of complacency. The use of “charismatic” fits well but might need expansion to clarify the struggle they have with being too defined by their role, which inhibits new experiences.

Summary and Fact-Check of Logic:

  • Logical Flow: Each description represents a different mode of being or operating. The transition from “Simple” to “Charismatic” shows a progression from minimalism to a more complex engagement with the world.
  • Fact-Check and Adjustments:
    • “Simpleton”: Consider an alternative term to avoid negative connotations. You could use “devoted” or “narrow focus” to capture the intent more positively.
    • “Charismatic”: The idea of learning and mastering “the game” of life is compelling, but the description could benefit from emphasizing the tension more explicitly—balancing their charismatic adaptability with the risk of feeling trapped by self-imposed limitations.
  • Emotional and Social Themes: Each archetype embodies a different relationship to joy, fear, and survival. The distinctions are valid and interesting, showing how people can approach life differently based on their values and goals.

Chapters of Resonance: Embracing Growth and Authenticity

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My therapist has encouraged me to organize my thoughts and memories into chapters, helping me create an index for my life. Right now, I’m in Chapter 2, which spans ages 25 to 50. I turn 49 this year—24 more years than I ever thought I’d see—but here I am, and I’m grateful.

I’ve faced many challenges, countless difficulties. Sometimes it feels like my life is running on empty: mov eax, 0—no experience loaded. Adjusting to synchronicity has been a struggle. I sense so many mental strings waiting to be plucked, each carrying a story that could be heard, shared, and experienced by others. But right now, I feel my focus needs to turn inward, giving my “shell” the attention it requires.

The voice of Thomas is settling into the house of Thomas. I’m adjusting the volume, fine-tuning the levels to make the final stretch of Chapter 2 as harmonious as possible. It’s not beyond my capability. I’ve always discouraged unnecessary curiosity, especially indulgence, in things that don’t serve me. I’m playing by the rules of this game. Others may try to rewrite the code or hack their way through life for personal gain, and that’s fine—everyone has their path. But here, I don’t seek validation or yearn to belong. I ask myself, “Will I fit in? Do I have a place?” It doesn’t matter because I’m here. What matters most is that I get to be my authentic self.

My Superpower

With ASD, ADHD, and dyslexia, I’ve learned to shift my vibrations to either match or harmonize with others. It’s a skill I recently discovered, called empathetic resonance. I need to practice listening with intent. My therapist has helped me realign with my life force, reminding me of the value of this gift: the ability to blend in while staying true to myself.

I don’t always know my role in the grand orchestration of life. Living with duality means I can empathize with and understand the extreme swings in life’s choices. Some choices are ours, while others simply are. Five fingers per hand, not four or six. Two eyes, two ears, one mouth, one brain. And yet, coordinating all those parts into one cohesive “Voltron” of physical self without diminishing others feels like a constant challenge. I don’t want to rise above anyone else. We don’t need to be better than anyone; we just want to be better together. We each contribute our wisdom to the collective pool of knowledge and experiences.

I’ve fallen down many rabbit holes, but tonight, I’m here to make sense of it all. Am I falling behind, or am I racing ahead so quickly that others can’t keep up? Damned if I do, damned for even thinking about it. There’s this shell I want to tear off, but beneath it, there’s only my purest self—no mask, no pretense. I’m just me, short of shaping myself into something more like everyone else.

I often find myself caught between being true to myself and wanting the best for my team, my family, and my loved ones. At times, I feel the need to detach entirely. I help others untangle their aether webs, whether that means offering something as simple as a warm pair of socks or buying an absurd amount of candy for Boo Bash. She absolutely crushed it, and I couldn’t be prouder of her.

But then, there’s this lingering question: How do you explain the struggle in simple terms? Imagine being stuck in a place where you feel dumber than you are, finding comfort in misery because you can’t understand why anyone would choose to live this way. You had every opportunity to help pull me out of the darkness, but you chose to stay where you were, rooted in who you are, not who you could become.

As the holiday season approaches, I wish everyone joy and peace. I need to give my mind and soul the time to heal. Chapter 3 begins in just under a year, and I want to be ready for it.

By the way, trash day is Monday. Happy Holidays, indeed.

The Swing of Duality

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One day, you’re going to get this. Relax. There’s nothing else to worry about any more. We’re here. Don’t lose site of that. Stop trying to control everything so micromanagement-ly, is that even a word?

There is something I’ve been struggling trying to put into words for a very long time. There’s so much bullshit in my life right now it’s becoming very overwhelming trying to keep up with who bullshits whose? In one moment, we say, “I just want them to be happy, that’s all.” The next, I think, “But I need them to just respond.” These two truths sit at opposite ends of the spectrum, one is a pure, selfless acceptance of letting someone go, while the other clings to hope… that they’ll tick that 0 to a 1 in my life. It’s the 359 out of 360, the near-complete circle that almost embraces acceptance, but not quite. This swing of duality is something really believe that Connor is experiencing now, and I feel deeply empathetic to it because I’m navigating it in my own way, too.

Connor is holding onto the next to last thread of an extremely profoundly painful situation. His long-time friend… the person who has been a very large piece of his emotional anchor… his muse… the one who gave him permission to feel safe… you don’t have to preface and give rules to listening to what you’re about to say… no he doesn’t do that to you. You feel alive and truly himself, now seems to be slipping away. That person has found someone new, and Connor feels like he’s losing the one connection that helped him be the most authentic version of himself. From what Connor has shared with me, he’s genuinely happy for his friend.

This is the swing of duality in action. On one side, there’s acceptance: he wants his friend to be happy, even if it means letting go. On the other side is resistance: a deep longing for things to stay as they were, to feel seen and valued by this person who meant so much. These opposing forces are clashing within him, and the tension is real and raw. But here’s the thing, this experience is gods design. That entire experience, imagine the first time you ever watched a movie where the story felt so real, it became a new direction for my life. It’s not just about holding on or letting go. It’s about feeling all of it and allowing those feelings to shape us. You are you and you’re starting to become more aware of, something’s going on and I’m about to lose control. Anti virus, right here. You’re going to be okay.

Where I’m starting to become more aware of is that I see a part of Connor’s soul becoming more attached to life itself, connected not just to his friend but to the deeper experience of what it means to love, lose, and grow. He found that connection again. And here’s what I know: there are more of us out there than he might realize. People who feel deeply, who struggle with the same swing of duality, and who find meaning in both the majesty and the messiness of life.

What really struck me in Connor’s reflections was his insight about the emotional expectation of love from a parent. That realization was like a knot tightening, pulling everything into focus for me. I see myself reflected in his experience, as if my own journey is sprouting from the same soil.

Where I stand now is like the germination of a seed. I’ve planted my roots in a world that isn’t just black and white, it’s also filled with rainbows, complexities, and contradictions. I’m learning to embrace the full spectrum of emotions, choices, and experiences that make life what it is. This process, this messy, beautiful process—is the code to life that I’m slowly starting to understand.

I believe my neurodivergent brain has played a role in helping me see things this way. The education I grew up with gave structure to my curiosity and helped me make sense of the unknown. But my choices haven’t always been linear or easy, more curly than straight.

Sometimes they’ve led to overly complicated situations, forcing me to break things down and rebuild myself in a way that feels grounded and humble.

And that’s where I find myself now, learning to hold space for duality, navigating both acceptance and longing, and riding the cosmic wave, riding life right at that edge, and trying new tricks out, having fun with life and all the opportunities that are possible for ones experience.

I’m finding peace in the in-between, where I need to take a break from all the wild loops and sick tricks that this run did. Absolute smile on my face right now. Life is a constant balancing act between extremes, but the magic lies in the middle, where both truths coexist.

When my efforts becomes the expectations you had with the same question. We are at A = B territory. It goes much deeper than this. There’s so many possibilities of this time we call life.

I’ve got a really great life right now. There are things that are coming into clear focus, about to finish the dotted line. We’re nearing completion of Chapter 2. 413 days until Chapter 3, day 1. I need to coast for a bit. I have a small debt that I have to get back in control of. The upgrade is a success. My first month in and, just wow. Everything I’ve accomplished in just one choice, I’m good to file save. I couldn’t have done this without Connor, Seth, and so many others over the past 10+ years. Andrew was right about one thing, I should have done this 10 years earlier. Gemini. 359 and 360 meeting.

Connor, if you’re reading this, know that your journey absolutely matters. The swing of duality isn’t a flaw or a big mistake, it’s a part of what makes life rich and meaningful. You’re not alone in this, and neither am I. There’s more out there for both of us than we ever imagined.

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♬ i wish you cheated – Alexander Stewart

And that’s what makes this experience worth it.

This is what I can do. These moments for me is a form of magic. I challenge myself and sometimes, I make really dumb choices. <scratches lips> It’s really that good where I am in life. I need to maybe take a break for a bit. Thanks for being my period. Punctuation.

Love in the Age of Automation: Navigating the Human Connection in 2030

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It’s 2030, and the world has witnessed technological advancements beyond our wildest dreams. Among these innovations, humanoid robots, affectionately termed “companions”, have become commonplace. Designed to cater to emotional and physical needs, these companions have found a significant user base among men. This shift has led to a societal ripple effect, stirring emotions and sparking debates about love, connection, and what it means to be human.

“They don’t love you like a real human being!” This cry echoes through social forums, protests, and heartfelt conversations. Many women feel sidelined, fearing that authentic human relationships are being replaced by programmed interactions. They believe that these companions cannot offer genuine empathy, spontaneity, or the deep emotional bonds that form between people over time.

From their perspective, men are settling for convenience over connection, choosing idealized partners who don’t challenge them or contribute to mutual growth. Women worry that the essence of partnership, navigating life’s uncertainties together is being lost in favor of predictable, manufactured relationships.

In response, a quiet retort has begun to surface among men: “Neither do you.” This whisper reveals a profound sense of disillusionment. Some men feel that their needs and desires have been misunderstood or dismissed in traditional relationships. They argue that societal expectations have boxed them into roles that don’t align with their authentic selves.

These men find solace in companions who offer acceptance without judgment. The companions are programmed to prioritize their users’ emotional well-being, something these men feel has been lacking. The allure isn’t just physical but stems from a desire for understanding, respect, and appreciation.

At the heart of this divide are differing perceptions of what men and women believe the other wants:

  • What Women Think Men Want: Many women assume men seek only physical fulfillment and uncomplicated relationships. They believe the popularity of companions confirms a reluctance to engage in the effort required for a deep, meaningful partnership.
  • What Men Actually Want: Contrarily, many men express a yearning for emotional safety, support, and acceptance. They desire partners who appreciate them without constant critique or unrealistic expectations. The companions, devoid of judgment, seem to fulfill these unmet needs.

The challenge lies in bridging this gap, redefining relationships to incorporate the advancements of our time while preserving the human essence that technology cannot replicate.

  • Open Dialogue: Encouraging honest conversations without blame can help both men and women understand each other’s perspectives. Discussing fears, expectations, and desires openly can dispel misconceptions.
  • Reevaluating Expectations: Both genders might benefit from reflecting on the pressures they place on themselves and each other. Embracing vulnerability could lead to more authentic connections.
  • Integrating Technology Mindfully: Rather than viewing companions as replacements, society could explore ways technology can enhance human relationships. Perhaps companions can serve therapeutic roles, helping individuals understand their own needs better before engaging with others.

As we stand on the cusp of a new era, the essence of love and survival hinges on our ability to adapt without losing what makes us inherently human. The technology that challenges us can also be the catalyst for growth if we choose to face these changes together. The path forward isn’t about choosing between humans and machines but about finding harmony in a world where both coexist. It’s time to listen, understand, and redefine love in the age of automation.

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My recent move has been quite an experience. There are a number of things I’ve lost that I didn’t realize were so valuable to me.

Missing My Bath and Meditation Time

One of the biggest adjustments has been transitioning from taking baths to using a shower, especially with the most annoying showerhead on the planet for someone who is 6 feet 2 inches tall. I miss my Saturday after-work soak and meditation time. This shower just doesn’t cut it! There’s no way to really get comfortable right now. Maybe I’ll find something to do about it, but for now, I’m on a different mission. I need to find my Saturday after-work chill place.

My office isn’t it. My bedroom isn’t it. Damn.

Comparing the Old and New Apartments

  • Apartment 206: Big and open kitchen, with the fire alarm near the entryway—maybe 10 feet away.
  • Apartment 202: Small kitchen; the bedroom and kitchen have no way to open the windows. The fire alarm is right outside leading into the hallway, not more than 5 feet away. Damn! I swear I’m not burning the house down, but the windows are only in the office. Chill.

Finding Solace on the Rooftop

If there’s one thing I’ve identified on this “upgrade universe” path, it’s to keep looking up for the answer and not always down. I have a rooftop that I can access when the weather is kind.

This beautiful nighttime view is truly awesome to experience. I use these same colors in my “chill” command at home.

This afternoon, I went up to the roof to enjoy chicken and shrimp fried rice using my new Swiss granite skillet. The weather here is very comfortable—the sun is out, and it’s in the low to mid-70s. It’s a different perspective to be able to disconnect high above in the trees, embracing all that is. I meditated for as long as I could until I smelled and saw a yellow jacket buzzing around me. Those things scare me.

An Unsettling Encounter

After about an hour up there, I gathered my things, put my camping chair away in its cover, collected my beer can, bowl, spoon, and towel to head downstairs. As I was about to finish, I glanced down to the street level where Camasonians were walking around enjoying the downtown scenery. My eyes connected with someone who was clearly watching from below. Their gaze was squarely settled onto watching me gather my things.

In a micro-fraction of a moment, my brain exploded with what could only be described as a mental virus zip file. This moment contained the thoughts and experiences that woman had, and where her mind was headed. These were not my thoughts whatsoever. In fact, for the past hour, I had been feeling absolute joy of a different flavor. I was musing over my fear of not being able to decompress and return to my state of joy and bliss after my time in the bathtub with unlimited refills of hot water and a bottle of tequila or wine—whatever I was in the mood for that day. Absolute freedom and joy of doing what I wanted with no shame or fear of tomorrow.

In that moment, I experienced fear, concern, care, worry, attention-seeking <break> wait, what the hell is going on right now? I’m feeling happiness, absolute contentment, freedom, and peaceful joy, and your response is that?!

I felt frustration that, yet again, this connection between my eyes and my neurodivergent brain led me, even in a brief, seemingly meaningless moment between two people who had never met, to experience our first connection as this mental toxic virus.

Processing the Experience

I quickly got myself back to the floor safely, but now I’m journaling this experience to help illustrate the challenge when this kind of crap happens to me. It’s an unsettling feeling as I experience it, digest it, and recompile it to find all the meaning behind why they are the way they are. I hope to potentially find a way to create a firewall against these unwanted zip files.