“Jellybean,” appropriate social interactions are still like murky river waters from time to time, for me.  One wrong step, I’m doomed for.  Not everyone can handle me embracing my inner Hulk every minute of the day.  I do try to speak in less-formal terms, or “slang” and get on the same level as the humans around me but I need XL energy for that kind of stuff.

This morning, for example, I was chatting with an old friend, and I built up the confidence to try to organize my thoughts and ask if I would be encouraged to continue crushing.  I have avoided looking at other people in an affectionate light to save my conscience. I am starting to open doors in my own head again. Potential is supposed to be a scary. Without hesitation, and not thinking about what you’re doing. I am very, very grateful people have patience with me.