I can still smell it, the smell of incense… I can still hear it… the chanting in Latin. Oh great… what is it? Wait….. Its the inside of Notre Dame. Inside the heart of Paris, France.
- Strange Boy: Here's the key, yet wheres the lock?
- The Blogger: It's right here...
- Strange Boy: What does it lead to?
- The Blogger: Memories...
— Yiddish Proverb
Don’t even think about going into a white room! Wait…. why you ask? Let’s just simply put it that its a room for insanity to dwindle down, in a happy place known as a padded room.
I said it!
I would rather keep my insanity.
When searching for a job do you:
A: lie about your people skills
B: try your best at the interview
C: act neurotypical as much as possible
I’ll assume you picked neither…. as for myself?
I’m slowly trying to piece it together.