I am naive. I know very much about things people don't really care about. Such as, "gourmet" gummy bears have little paw prints, generic ones do not. Yet I know little about life. I've had my heartbroken once. That taught me to be more defensive about my feelings. I apply that to another situation and it too, backfires. I am naive.

I try to help people, that's what I've always done. It's almost as if it is in my blood. That, I now know, can be a big problem. I know I can't fix everyone's problems, or help them do so, but I try to anyways. It's when I try too hard that I mess things up. And I try too hard too often.

I can observe the smallest detail, something so small that it normally wouldn't matter. Like if a blood stain in a movie changes shape, then returns to the original shape again. I fail to see things as a whole, I only see the parts that make the whole. When I look at an engine I see a block, a distributor, an air filter. I don't see the engine. I eat similarly. I eat all the fries, then the burger. Not some fries, a bite of the burger, more fries, more burger.

I see things differently, which can create new ideas and bring new life to old things. But it can't help me be a normal person.

I've been called a genius my whole life, but I'd rather have to not say "I'm sorry" than have all the knowledge in the world.