Everyonceinawhile one of the girls will insist that I’m quite possibly “on the spectrum”. My Mother says that I might have been even “before it was invented”. So you might be to something.
Your obsession with inadequacies and foibles is always interesting. Always brings to mind the clip of candidate Dennison herking and jerking on a rally stage after pointing out a disabled attendee. Fits right into that “how long is the list of people that I am confident I can look down my nose at?” bit that guides your existence.
