OK, I admit, this is a bit of a winge or perhaps a huge monster winge, but it needs saying and this may be the only place I can safely or semi-safely say it. It is incredibly mind-bogglingly unfortunate that the thing people out there want to offer most willingly and that they think I need the most is actually the thing I need very little of. That thing is help, usually in the form of having my body moved or put somewhere. The thing people out there seem least willing to offer, or perhaps it's all on my head and I'm lacking some vital social skills or something, is true human connection, a meeting of minds and sharing of interests, friendship. I don't know if this is purposeful or people just don't think about it. But there are times I do wish people would walk up to me, say hi, give me their names, even their first names, and have just a normal conversation that people have and nobody has to help anybody with anything, nobody has to mean well or feel sorry for anyone's existence. That is all, I guess. There's days I feel so very lonely knowing that all people think I want or need from them is a seat on a bus or to get from one place to another but otherwise I guess I'm so alien or the concept of my existence is so disturbing to them that any actual human connection is too scary, too risky and would take too much time or energy.