Thoughts
I want to be polite, I want to be nice to people. There are certain social conventions that have been beaten into me, that I take as a moral
imperative. But the things that I want are weird. I have a unique brain with unique desires that don’t fit neatly into social conventions.
I want a single hanger. I don’t know how to politely ask someone for a single hanger. You can’t buy a single hanger. I don’t want to it to be weird or unique or interesting. I have a sweater on the floor that I would like to hang up and I don’t have a hanger. And I can’t seem to solve that problem so I’m just unhappy. My executive function is just so low. My ability to change my environment is so low. It’s suffocating. I live alone and I don’t have the ability to change the room that I’m in. I can’t pick up the sweater from the floor.
Wait if I get rid of one of my other sweaters then maybe I can hang up all of my sweaters.