I feel like us autistic retards are the only actual players in the game (everyone else NPCs) and the reason we like reading eachothers emotional vomit is because it’s like coming home; finally seeing an experience that mirrors our own. Even if the circumstances aren’t always the same (though often suprisingly similar) the way of thinking about it and more importantly the values that are implicitly contained makes us feel “seen”.
Maybe obvious to most of y'all, but a novel thought for me.
what makes you think you wouldn’t be a part of the culling of all the freaks??? some ego you’ve got there. i hope a woman kills you so you can never rest in peace ❤️
Thought I had while reading:
I feel like us autistic retards are the only actual players in the game (everyone else NPCs) and the reason we like reading eachothers emotional vomit is because it’s like coming home; finally seeing an experience that mirrors our own. Even if the circumstances aren’t always the same (though often suprisingly similar) the way of thinking about it and more importantly the values that are implicitly contained makes us feel “seen”.
Maybe obvious to most of y'all, but a novel thought for me.
what makes you think you wouldn’t be a part of the culling of all the freaks??? some ego you’ve got there. i hope a woman kills you so you can never rest in peace ❤️