Eccentricity
I'm one of those people that never seems to grow up, never like alcohol or coffee, never watch the news, never go to bars or whatever it is grown-ups do, and yet I am a senior citizen, dresser full of pills, leaning on my cane, already retired and living on social security.   I’m a social autistic, a layabout with Panic/Anxiety Disorder, and a hard-wired optimist with clinical depression. I am oversensitive to stimuli but overdose on it willingly, my synesthesia enhancing it all the more. I'm a reclusive and fragile, but I'll jump off a cliff if I feel there's something important to learn from it.   I live a strange, charmed life pocked with small wonders and bursts of impossibility achieved. I'm a professional artist despite my best efforts to be a professional writer. I have a collection of marbles that I maintain are all facsimiles of other universes and once grew tomatoes out of the trunk of my car.    Because my mind is a... special case, I felt compelled, nay, duty-bound, to fill the void between the outside world and the various states of mental aberration that I hold. There are times I’ve felt I was made for this sole purpose, and for the longest time I feared dying with it unfinished. Now I fear it no longer.