Sometimes I think that maybe I'm capable of being a psychologist. All the books I borrowed from libraries are either "autism", "depression" or "self-injury". At first I was just interested in this category, but these days I feel like maybe this will be a better path for me.
When I was young, all my classmates who are mentally retarded were my friends. I never thought that there's anything wrong about it. Even now, I found it enjoyable being friends with mentally retarded people. Well, after all, they are still humans, them being friends with me, who's an alien is already more than I deserve.