Quote:You sound like a real pill to be around. For what were you incarcerated, if you don't mind my asking?
It's personal, but I'll summarize. My mom died from cancer, the slow dehumanizing kind. I was in a bad space, and my ferret died the same way. She was really my best friend. I had to put her down, and I just had a break. I overdosed on insulin and then, so they tell me, tried to shoot myself. I failed totally, fired the rifle up in the air, then handed it to the guy who popped up from nowhere and asked him to reload it for me. Said guy was a cop, cause apparently when you OD on insulin, they come. So they charged me with assaulting a cop. The county permanently denied me bail. My choices were to sit in jail for three years to get a trial or sign a deal and get out in two. That's not justice - I was no flight risk, I had no where to go. Murderers get bail. I got bail when I was arrested for manufacturing MDMA.
Am I a pill? Well, literally, in the sense that I have a medicine cabinet with every OTC drug by active ingredient. In prison they called me 'alien' for the way I studied people, but I had fun with long running practical jokes that no one would ever suspect me of being the root of.
As I read more about low latent inhibition, the more I understand why I bother people and clash with most folks. It really is a type of autism. One issue for people like me is that we see through manipulation and lying very easily. I get so tired of people trying to con me - often it's easier just to give them what they want so they'll go away.So many people treat other humans like vending machines, just pushing buttons to get results. But there's the other side - people who don't manipulate. They could, but they don't. I love this in people, that's where the warmth comes in.
BTW, my postmodern cultural roots, the Realpeople, the Ohsaycanyousea, is the same principle as the Flying Spaghetti Monster.
My book, a setting for fantasy role playing games based on Bantu mythology: Ubantu
