Everything can seem so disjointed. It's only recently that I've started grasping complex plots in films, understanding that one scene results from the ones that have gone before it, rather than just being another scene. Even writing it down it seems absurd that I struggle with that, but it is what it is.
The functioning of my intellect isn't consistent. I could be playing chess, and rule out the move because I see it would leave my king open to attack. Carry on thinking about other moves. Then I'll come back to the first move, evaluate it this time as a brilliant move, forgetting why I shouldn't make it and confidently move towards what I think is a win for me, only to be beaten soon after.
Anger can come from nowhere...not so much my own any more, I'm reasonably good at anticipating and managing my own frustrations now, but I often can't see it coming from other people. In fact, pretty much anything can come out of nowhere, as it's pretty easy to miss the signs of things now, but handling unforeseen frustration is probably the most difficult thing for me now, especially with my toddler son starting to throw tantrums.
my brain doesn't link events the way a normal one does (I can't actually articulate what I'm trying to say here because today it is a vague idea somewhere in my mind). To summarise though, my insight is limited. A lack of insight means I don't understand why people do what they do unless I know them very well. If I don't just let the world wash over me sometimes I can become bogged down in trying to understand things, which to my new (well, it's actually 21 years old now, but you get the picture) way of thinking can just be a series of unconnected events. Perhaps I can't join the dots, or else when I try I join the wrong dots together and end up with a confused, higgledy piggledy mess of a picture.
So I give up trying, and concentrate on me. Am I comfortable in my own skin? I try to be, and most of the time I succeed. At least, that's how I feel today.