I think I suffer from a myriad of chemical imbalances, developed through a ****ed ****ed ****ed ****ed ****ed life, and some genetic dispositions. If people had been a particular way around me, there's no end to the amount of miraculous things I could do by now, suddenly I can get skilled. If people had acted some other way I'd be something else completely, but I'd never be normal, my mind could could make a lobotomy look like a joke.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kl%C3%BCver-Bucy_syndrome
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kleine-Levin_syndrome
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Low_arousal_theory
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antisocial_personality_disorder
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Advanced_sleep_phase_disorder
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Avoidant_personality_disorder
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hypersexuality
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Asperger%27s_syndrome
No human being has been like me. I can pull every single memory in detail, and if someone were to see all of that and witness how I've acted, how chaotic and inconsistent my personality has been, all the things I can percieve and articulate, they would understand a fraction of how strange things can really be. The existence is an endless set of variations, toppling down sporadically, it's ominous and gaudy. Perplex, sporadic, endless.