I seem to be something of an alluring recluse, judging by the curiosity/talk generated by my presence. Heavily portentous.
My first word was allegedly "art", and my mom said that some psychic figure told her I would either go on to do great things or horrible things. Similarly heavy omens derived from astrological profiles made for me by other relatives, something having do with scorpio rising. I've mentioned here already that I share a birthday with Charles Manson, etc.
Very precocious statements made as a child, liked tinkering with defunct electronic components, all very good backstory in my opinion.
Three years ago, when I was in a phase of obsessively and compulsively recording my thoughts in a pocket notebook, I came to the realization that really I was writing for whoever would be studying this, be it in decades or centuries (but I think decades at the rate things are going, which is to say I may not die in obscurity!), and thus the complex progressed. It was an odd realization, one that persists even as I write this, seeing as this forum functions as an inhabited notebook or sorts.
Can also be seen as a reflection of personal entitlement and privilege, blown up by prefrontal neocortical hyperactivity, but naturally I would say it's much more important than that [edit: sarcasm]. Eagerly awaiting sufficient neuroscientific literacy to test this [edit: not sarcasm].
I suspect I land, diagnostically, somewhere on the functional end of some schizo/autistic-adjacent condition, for what such diagnostics are worth. But then again I would hesitate to posit such a thing, for risk of it being artificially cemented. That, plus a chain of LSD experiences, seems to account largely for my current psychic state.
I say this (re: diagnostics) partially because of the social disconnect I've always felt, partially because of how I spatially visualize information, and partially because of the connections I've read about between the neuro-atypical and the oracular/messianic/prophetic figures of history. When a frustration compromises my mind, I find myself despairing about spending eight more decades on a planet with eight billion psychic invalids, but such despair is fortunately short-lived as I put myself back in my place.
Anyway, to get back to the point, this all makes socializing somewhat tedious. That said, I seem to be able to come back down to earth and talk about video games and whatnot with childhood friends, and not without genuine interest, which I think is an important ability.