Me? I'm that one guy.

The guy, sitting in that corner, reading.

The one with the "better than thou" attitude.

Yeah, that asshole. He's probably me.

That, or I'm that other guy.

The guy everyone's crowding around, talking to.

The center of attention.

Everything mental comes to me, if not with ease, with precision. Jokes, words, philosophy, religion, human anatomy, you name it. I have trouble with foreign language, yet even if I can't understand what you say, I can place where that language is spoken. I don't know a word of Russian, but I would know if someone was speaking it if I was vacationing in Australia.

I have so many mental disorders that it amazes me occasionally that my brain can even function, much less allow me to think. But then I consider the vastness of the universe, the size of our planet in relation to that, and then my own size, thus considering the odds involved.

At some point along this path, my head starts to hurt and I think of something else. Problem solved.

I have been diagnosed with "A.D.D., A.D.H.D., O.D.D., Bi-Polar disorder, and Asberger's Syndrome, a high functioning form of Autism.".

I also know I have O.C.D., though it hasn't been officially recognized in any way, and occasionally wonder as to if I have schizophrenia, however my A.D.D. does it's job, and I haven't properly looked up the word schizophrenia, so I don't know what it is, really. The whole "I see dead people" deal I think.

I'm giving out odds that there's a one in ten chance that by the age of eighty I don't have Senile Dementia. Nice thing is, I'd always take the one, so the only way you could prove to me someone had won would be if it was the one.

Yay.

There was a point to this originally, but I don't remember it.

Oh well. Now you know about me.

Oh, now I remember the point I had!

How I'm the center of attention and the emo-asshole simultaneously. The thing is:

I'm not.

Simultaneously, that is. I have Bi-Polar, so sometimes I'm the emo-asshole, other times I'm cool.