What can I learn from the many hours I have invested in this, what is the ruler I should hold to know if the time is valued. It is not an easy measurement, but then it never is. Even the measurements of time against food or shelter, or healthcare are difficult sums to add up.
I wonder, sometimes, if I could possibly be wrong, perhaps, inside, somehow, the connections wired into my synapses are inconsistent, irregular, defective. I wonder why I don't seem to care for the things I know people care about, or how ti can't make my impulses understand what my philosophies believe