When I was 8 or 9 I remember wondering what the point of life is because I couldn’t get my autistic brain around how I had to spend 6 hours a day 5 days a week in school and hating it until I was almost an adult and the goal of that was to get a job. And then procreate. And force my child to do the same. I just could not understand why so much of life was about not doing what I liked.
Almost 20 years and a lot of life experience later and I can honestly say I STILL don’t understand this.









