A 16th favourite that is way too relevant today.

Introspective Confession Time! Ugh.

Imgur, I am crying as I post this, weeping with so many realizations about life and people and society that I wish I had been able to grasp sooner in life. But I couldn’t have, because that’s how my particular disability works; it’s a social disability, so despite being “vry smurt”, I have been very slow to understand certain aspects of humanity.

I feel like a discount-store Elongated Muskrat right now. I’m so very, very glad that my other mental disorders (because you rarely get just one!) have also had a hand in preventing me from getting further “ahead in life”, because I might have actually gained some power. I might have abused it without realizing; and like Smusk, I would have created havoc, pain, and mayhem, and would have come to a bad end.

I know I’m being too hard on myself right now, but I feel like a toddler coming to grips with the fact that I’m not at all “special”. I am completely and utterly ordinary. I’m basically the same as everyone else. My inner child, my Exile, my shadow, has had a very difficult time learning that fact, and she is crying. But my self, my core, is very happy this, and she is ready to quietly go about the business of life with greater acceptance and peace.

And with that, I suppose, the evil in my heart - the same evil that we all hold and are all capable of - is conquered. I am ready to be ordinary, and do ordinary things. And have an ordinary life. And I wish everyone reading an ordinary life too.