The truth about genius
The truth is I'm not disabled, but me being a genius people and my mother act as if I am, the truth is my genius isn't my problem, but people and my mother have a problem with it. The truth is good and doing the right thing isn't a problem, but people have a problem with it. So the basics of being good is: being helpful, not making others or places uncomfortable (and saying "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable"), and humanitarianism, then I'll be good, I'm a genius at being good, what I can't figure out is how to prevent the good from getting me in trouble. It's what everyone else has to go through so I just have to do it. My genius isn't tearing you apart, I'm not illogical, you're tearing yourself apart and you're treating my genius illogically. I use logic against the angry mob, that's the bottom line, the bottom line is I don't live on what makes you happy, I live on what makes me happy and on the truth.