As I believe I have made clear before, I was a hyperlexic child. That is, my command of the English level was not merely years but almost a whole decade ahead of where it should be, and remained such until mid to late adolescence, when others began to finally catch up. Continue Reading
Alright. This is the third time I have attempted to write this little document. I seem to be getting no further than declaring that the medicine I have been prescribed in an effort to prevent me from “losing my shit” so often, to use one euphemism is, honestly, not working. Continue Reading
The things that we do can be broken down into three basic categories. Things we do because we need to, things we do because we want to, and things we do in spite of need or desire. Often, these categories are nebulous, overlapping, and changing with great frequency. Continue Reading
I believe I mentioned it in a prior entry, but when I was last hospitalised against my will, I was prescribed with two neuro-active medications. These being Quetiapine and Fluoxetine. Continue Reading
Whilst reading one essay on another site moons ago, I came across a statement so fundamentally true that its obviousness makes its elusiveness worrying. Pretty much all adherents to the sciences of understanding how people think follow one basic precept that can serve as a litmus test concerning the individual’s intelligence. Namely, our intellect serves our emotions, not the other way around.
Okay. I am going to do something I have never done before and write a post on my ‘phone. This is not because I like the idea of doing so.