All these rich old white dudes and their pick me girls... I just... I'm just gonna laugh and laugh and laugh. (Because the alternative is far darker and detrimental). Create, speak out. Because these dinosaurs will get their day.

Does anyone remember the concept that came about in the 70's of "indigo children," and the rise since then in the recognizing of what is now called neurodivergent? I can't be the only one to notice this correlation.

To embrace solitude, only to be met with fleeting connections and the familiar sting of abandonment, is a profound betrayal of the heart.