I am terribly crude, and growing increasingly awkward. I feel I'm getting stupider.
At seven a psychiatrist told my mum "the real world is simply irrelevant" to me, and that my extreme lack of urgency with ANYTHING can't be fixed and it'd only make two people very unhappy if she tried. It has rung true my entire life thereafter.
I'm good at art, but not good enough. I am motivated to make better mostly by the want to be better than "the other guy".