She doesn't foster relationships with other people, doesn't think that human interaction is crucial to development. Her teachers consistently question her behavior, debate about nature and nurture and a bunch of psychological bullshit that grates on her ears.
There's no explanation, she wants to tell them, and no amount of time spent in a cubicle in the hospital's psych ward is ever going to change that. But she doesn't, because in a way, she thirsts for attention, hungers for endless questions about her mental state, her hidden emotions, her life. She grows dependent, then insane.
Whatever. Normal is overrated, anyway.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
vicious cycle
Tags:
differences,
loneliness,
misunderstanding
