They had everything.
Stable homes.
Two parents.
Good schools.
Good food.
Stability extending
into adulthood.
College paid.
Digs covered.
Driving lessons at sixteen.
Emotional support.
Help becoming parents.
Support raising children.
All the infrastructure.
All the scaffolding.
And with all of that…
this is what they built:
A sewer.
Loud.
Biased.
Confused by image over substance.
Agendas over value.
The Neuroboring…
ninety percent or more…
made a world
in their mirror.
Inhospitable
to anyone wired different.
I had none of it.
Eighteen.
Mother dead.
Homeless.
No stability.
No support.
No scaffolding.
I had:
mind,
concentration,
diligence,
fortitude,
stamina.
That's all.
Master their sewer
or die.
So I mastered it.
With everything,
this sewer
is the best
they could build.
And I will never forgive
what survival
required me
to excel at.
- UpsilonA