Another tick, another number.
Another acquaintance, another blip.
Another one, that in my mind has won,
and I have lost.
Another day down, and down, and down.
Continue reading A Change…of socks
For one mere sentence or act of quality, it requires an extraordinary amount information, experience to know, out of prior execution and feedback, what works and what doesn’t, and confidence to deliver the end-results as-is. Opposing standards do not necessarily help, and sometimes that battle of wills can become ridiculous.
This post will remain uncensored, but I come to you today a coward and a hypocrite. I didn’t vote yesterday. I was driven to the voting station in the area (the Buxton fire station for at least four years, and the town hall prior), but I didn’t walk in. The indecision wasn’t out of fear per se; it was the Asperger’s. This time around made me realize exactly what was, and is, wrong with me.
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