I've always been skiddish and in November it will have been 4 years since I backed away, threw in the towel, went in search of solid ground to stand on. I've been running away, toward, trying to find a place in society, in human frailty, in time. Therapy, AA, books, meetups, distrusting my dreams, trying to find respect, to figure out adulthood. It's very hard. At the end of the day I seem to find myself in the same corner, alone.
I feel like the 'evolved' social, collective response is usually, shut the f**k up.