Rice is really nice and light on the stomach
I should probably eat more but I don’t wanna
I think there’s a case to be made for neo-Hardboiled modernism in this generation
With the twitter and sparse attention spans
The easier ones content is to consume the more one will consume it (most likely)
I dated someone with Bipolar once
I think about that person often and how things might’ve been different if I knew more about Bipolar then as I do now
But I myself was ignorant of my aspergers and A.D.D
I miss that person; I wish we went for friendship as opposed to relationship
They were admitted into a mental institution several times, but unlike a previous lover who seemed to always be slipping away or we never quite gelled together (another relationship which would have been better left in the friend-zone), with this one I always felt like I could be there for them no matter what
There’s something about being with a person who has their own demons. Real mental shadows that move things around. A unique bond is formed. Aliens amongst their own.
But I was not the grown up I am today and my default reaction to almost anything back then was to jump ship whenever I felt my presence was detrimental to the person I was around (whether perceived or accurate)
Rather than solve.
The funny thing is; once I knew I was an aspie; I embraced that mindset of solution orientation
But sometimes, starting things intimately and trying to revert back to more friendly parameters is impossible, I know it is with me.
So I remember a shadow of that person. Encapsuled in time, in my memory, reimagined in my fiction and art.
In my heart.