Of course, what with all this brain-juice, the consensus seems to be that I've got goods to spare. When in reality it's the polar opposite.
I'm Asperger's, not a freaking savant. Neither am I retarded. In fact, I am none of the things that would warrant anything but a minimal capacity to share.
Thus making any gesture of generosity all the more meaningful, given the sacrifice involved.
As such, to whomever the gesture is being made, must either be of great importance, or in possession of valuable information which might provoke an envious anger within myself.
Needless to say, such gestures are severely limited, each one capable of serving the one individual. Sure, the gift may be fenced, easily enough (or what have you) but the gesture itself is, well, like an anemic donating blood.
Except in this case what I lose isn't so much a temporary deficit of oxegyn and nutrients, but rather a potentially permanent loss of sanity and/or appreciation for humanity/other humans' welfare.
Ergo, the foretold psychopathic/homicidal state which, at it's worst, well...it's never gotten quite that far because I am a stubborn self-injurious idiot who is more capable of tricking herself than she is of being of any help at all whatsoever.
This complaint, nonetheless, is directed more at those who merit financial gain from enabling this terrorist-state, and not so much as that painful hemorrhoid-like irritation of a former friendly operative. By which I am not referring to Merily.
Suffice to say, I should have ignored her long ago...but that's letting the terrorists win~!
The other terrorists, that is. burning_eyes