It’s difficult to craft this post... Let’s just say my name is Quo. I currently reside in Queens. I’m grateful this forum exists for NYC residents. I’ll go straight to the point. After all, they say brevity is wit. I may not be witty but I know enough not to craft multiple long winded paragraphs.
All my life, I was cast down upon for being born neurodivergent. I worked extremely hard just to prove them wrong. However, a while ago, I reported a series of sequential crimes upon memory unconsciousness. That said, nothing came off it due it not being able to be substantiated. This is due to certain files being classified. (Yeah, I know.)
I did my moral duty by turning them in. That said, their actions gnaw at me vicariously. What’s worse, is that whenever I open up to someone about it, they immediately become scared and don’t want anything to do with me. This is where I stress that I did nothing wrong. I’m quite the innocent. I just... was imprinted by those around me with memories of their extremely messed up crimes, if that makes sense. They covered their tracks well and / or [redacted.]
What’s even worse is that I’m making art / cartoons about it. I’m very happy with expressing myself artistically. But for legal reasons, I have to publish it as satire to protect myself. I have to pretend it none of it ever happened because of [redacted here.] It genuinely and truly sucks.
Does anyone understand where I’m coming from on this? I’m essentially looking for a friend to talk deep stuff with and play chess with. I love applied pedagogy. (used to be a teacher). Lastly, to prove I’m not all serious. Here’s a joke. How do you stop infantry? With adultery! :D
Quo Vadis,
All my life, I was cast down upon for being born neurodivergent. I worked extremely hard just to prove them wrong. However, a while ago, I reported a series of sequential crimes upon memory unconsciousness. That said, nothing came off it due it not being able to be substantiated. This is due to certain files being classified. (Yeah, I know.)
I did my moral duty by turning them in. That said, their actions gnaw at me vicariously. What’s worse, is that whenever I open up to someone about it, they immediately become scared and don’t want anything to do with me. This is where I stress that I did nothing wrong. I’m quite the innocent. I just... was imprinted by those around me with memories of their extremely messed up crimes, if that makes sense. They covered their tracks well and / or [redacted.]
What’s even worse is that I’m making art / cartoons about it. I’m very happy with expressing myself artistically. But for legal reasons, I have to publish it as satire to protect myself. I have to pretend it none of it ever happened because of [redacted here.] It genuinely and truly sucks.
Does anyone understand where I’m coming from on this? I’m essentially looking for a friend to talk deep stuff with and play chess with. I love applied pedagogy. (used to be a teacher). Lastly, to prove I’m not all serious. Here’s a joke. How do you stop infantry? With adultery! :D
Quo Vadis,
