Figuring Life Out as I Go Along. I'm an expert on nothing: I'm thirty-nine, I have an 15 year old son with Asperger's, his father is stationed halfway across country, I am a recovering alcoholic. I post happy, positive stuff, mostly.
And none of it made sense so it formed a mess of messes. It made it all even more messed up. I couldn't understand any of it because none of it made. Even when analysed, picked apart and separated it still made no sense.