...please don't be put off by the title

it is very suggestive of something dis-individualistic!
(and I threw in a completely made up word)... just to insist that no personalities were harmed in the arrival and subsequent construction of what will be an attempt at expressing myself.

lets go back some time and just a little further...

if I may

and I may

I recognise myself as a young man with a young man's impressionistic mind.
...any confusion I had about life was solved by getting off my face.

I clearly understood there was an element of dysfunction!
but it was not my problem... "it is the world"

talk about angst!!

and yet?

I was alone and systematically mal-adapted
...as ever increasingly my mysterious torment developed into an illness

...a more evolved version of something I had no intention to consider

....and what was considered assistance activated my persistence...

to not be like anyone else

I was always this way... I have managed, mis-managed...over-managed...

I wonder I am more like the other people than they realise.

I was them and then I collapsed into the psycho-superhuman soup!

it's the place where nobody says hallo and everybody cannot say goodbye.