Why is so hard for some people to show a little kindness? I know, there's a lot of people that want to see or have tough partners. But every once in a while, even the mightiest human breaks down. And we break because we are humans. Not machines. I know, I have lots of bolts, aluminum and some other metallic parts due to broken bones and accidents, but I break down too. And being fair, I've lived most of my life broken. Beaten. Scared and tired. Care, compassion, mutuality, even love are words that are still distant for me.
for some people along my life my problem is that I'm not normal. I have a high IQ, but also a foot in the Autist Spectrum. Besides everything I've learned in my life and my degrees in Laws, Physics and Philosophy I can draw, play the drums, guitars, I speak English, Spanish, German, Russian and French, write codes, work with electrical wiring, masonry, can cook, can clean, can sew, I have even learned the most classical dance styles like rumba, waltz, tango and so on.
Most of it to keep my mind occupied. When I was amidst my 20's I've discovered a chaotic migraine, a rare blood condition and got into an overwhelming depression. Today, I fight not only the depression, but a buttload (forgive me the word) of paranoia and disbelief.
Though I've found a way to get calm and safe but turns out that the pandemics and a series of happenings took my zen out of me.
Now I'm trying the exorcise my demons and my pains through writing and possibly a return to drawing and writing songs. And just one thing is making life a little less rough, and that is this site and the astonishing goddesses that inhabit this cyber land.
Sorry for the wall of text and for the possible grammar mistakes, and thanks for being here to help people like me to find beauty in the chaos.
