NEW FORMAT FOR NEW ME

THEY ARE ALWAYS CHANGING THE FORMAT ON BLOGGER.


TIME WILL TELL.


I'M TAKING THE PATH LESS TRAVELLED, LEAST RESISTANCE. 


MOST PEOPLE TAKE THE TROUBLE ROAD TO HAVE A TOPIC OF CONVERSATION. AIN'T IT AWFULLING.


I WANT A FULFILLING HAPPY HEALTHY WEALTHY LIFE.\


I DESERVE A FULFILLING, HAPPY, HEALTHY, WEALTHY LIFE.


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I MAY NOT BE AUTISTIC-NOT

THE EXTREME PROGRAMMING OF MY CHILDHOOD, THE VIOLENCE, INSANITY, ISOLATION, MAY HAVE COMBINED TO INSTILL THE BEHAVIORS I EXHIBIT.  THE THREAT OF DEATH FORCED ME TO ADAPT AND ADOPT COPING BEHAVIORS.


INHIBIT, EXHIBIT.



I DON'T KNOW AND DOES IT MATTER? 


OF COURSE IT DOES.  IF PEOPLE TREAT ME BADLY BECAUSE I PRESENT DIFFERENTLY, IT MATTERS.  THEY'RE LIZARD BRAINS.


I CAN UNDERSTAND WHY YOUNG MEN GO ON SHOOTING SPREES.  TO RID THE WORLD OF THE LIZARD BRAINS.  WHY DO THEY CALL THEM SPREES?


AS I GO ON I FIND MORE AND MORE EVIDENCE I AM ASPERGERS. 

T'S SON

FRIDAY HE ACTED LIKE HE HAD A BIG SECRET.  ONLY HE TOLD ME 30 YRS AGO. 

HIS SON CONTACTED HIM FROM ALASKA.  HE WAS ADOPTED AND TOLD WHEN HE WAS 12.  ROBERT IS NOW 51.

T SAYS WHEN HE TOLD ME BEFORE HE WAS JOKING.  YEAH, RIGHT.   NOT A JOKE.

SO I'M AT THE LIBRARY AFTER ST J LUNCH.  ON 5 HRS SLEEP.  AND I'M GOOD. 

I THINK I'M HAPPY.