||[Jan. 8th, 2006|06:30 pm]
Today I am just sitting in a small room in absolute awe at the number of amazing people that are in the world. This is unusual, because normally I am a die-hard cynic. There are some incredible people out there. People that are doing things they love, people that are fucking good at what they do, people that are doing something they really believe in, people that are fighting for freedom in their own little way, people that give hope.
There is a problem, however. How do you keep up with all this? I can't. The information overload is just too much, and it's giving me a real sense of what it means to be autistic. I just shut it out. I feel like my eighty year old grandfather, struggling to get to grips with things, knowing that I'm passed it, knowing that if I could live again, I would like to have spent at least some of my teenage years doing something other than playing football. But I'm not eighty years old, I'm 24 for fuck's sake.