Wow, it's been more than two weeks since I last found out I was autistic. Mehs, what's life without autism anyway.

Reflection is always a good thing. Looking back however, often never is. It's like when you drive a car, you rely on the reflection of the mirror to look behind you so you can still be wary of the things in front of you. Looking back on the other hand, well, let's just say we both know what happened to me right in front of my house. Heh.

I've always wondered whether I was the weird one, the odd one out, the unreasonable one, the crazy one, the different one, but I guess I'm not all the time like that. It's somehow weird that everyone wants to be happy. What is happy?

An ideal life would be...

Well, spot on Mr. Bernard Leong. You somehow managed to find this little island where I have been for so long. Maybe you were on the other side and I didn't see you there, knowing me hating to move, hating to change things and all.

You can be my Wilson. I'm referring to House again btw. ;D

Being happy is never happy. Everyone thinks there are two sides to the equation — happiness and miserable-ness. I say there's three.

Being happy is an excuse to say you're not miserable, and that you're not upset, but is it really that good? Is happy the best? If the world is so happy, why does everyone look for something more? Why does everyone want something more out of things? Why is everyone not content with what they have and just live that way?

People say I'm miserable. Maybe sometimes I am, but most of the time I am content. I don't strive for change because I don't need change. I don't need anything better, I don't want anything better, because I already have what I want.

How content are you when you are happy? The answer is never. Life blinds us all into believing everything has a fairytale, everything has a make-believe in which there are some people being able to live that. The fact is the happiest of people are the ones that are most likely to be the most miserable of people. There is fine line between misery and happiness, just like how there is a fine line between love and hate. You can't hate something you don't love. You can't be miserable if you've never been happy.

Nothing can be nothing, and anything can be anything. Temporal lobes and pituitary glands explains a lot on how we perceive and feel. Just like how rationality is key to understanding. If you can't rationalize something, you can't understand it.

Okay, I don't really know where I'm going with this. I'm just blabbering again. Oh wells, I'm off to continue my normal autistic day. Toodles.


*Tell me it's not all in my head.