Stumped insensitive obsessive

This non-sinecure professional pursuit, with a sustainable living in addition to keep this gift going, is the sustenance.

I'm not sure the insensitivity towards following a personal schedule of effective work making is the best thing I've seen. The way it could have done it was that it will work. How is this pressure to make something.

I remember a story my mother told me, around my childhood, that I had a stumped toe and I trudged away, The best way is that could be handled with me shrugging my shoulders. That did my way was work as I'm pushing forward. 

That's my high-functioning autism there (Asperger's syndrome), I don't know if it's a magical gift, you merely live it. Not knowing how it means to be neurotypical. My obsessiveness cannot serve me at the best of times.

Reminds me of an accident that I was sensitive to. Back in 1990's. I did not know what I was doing other than drawing with crayon sketches and cardboard creativity with couch cushions.

Was playing within a north English suburb as a toddler, there were these unpaved slabs by the garden. One of the fell on my right foot, that's the moment I cried my eyes out. Rushing in under my brother's legs as I closed in, having to break from my own jokester self. My foot was as purple as a Raisin as was in shock.

I watched that hacked show of Tom and Jerry. I watched it several times, in bed with the light going through the hospital ward. Feeling my prisoned foot if white bandages. Frozen in time at that time, so that's why my right toe got longer!

Then the cast happened, during the summer holidays since I didn't miss much school thankfully. Yet there was a cast, it had many signatures.

Only sudden sparks of pain like that can break from career aspirations now, this obsessiveness is only going to be neutral in character.

I'm not inspiration porn for my many years of burn out that I suffered, Never will be. I merely dabble in creativity, things that hard to advertise.