just this morning i was saying pretty much the same thing to myself. neighbor in the other duplex with the power tools, slams against walls, my agitation escalating high, wishing to the gods that i were a “normal” person and this stuff didn’t send me into such a tailspin, and why do i have to notice absolutely *every*thing?!

i think we both have supersonic radar installed in our bodies/heads, we’re probably alien experiments, put here for a purpose. aliens are at monitors up in a celestial sky, in an asynchronous orbit, checking the data feeds, making notes. they’re happy aliens, and they have a reason, but of course it makes absolutely no sense to us.