Fair warning, Kuba, I write high-context: I know what I mean, and I’m quite content if it doesn’t fully carry to every reader 
. The fad’s daft and fair game, granted, the self having exhausted the zodiac and graduated to the DSM, ‘my’ rottenness “solved” the moment it’s issued a four-letter acronym. Grade-A psittacism (psittacus, n., parrot). But you’re up the wrong tree on me: there’s plenty of ‘self’ still rattling about in here, “neurodivergence” just isn’t one of its costumes, only the handiest name for how my predilections run on their own. And here’s the giggle: your own Vineeto already granted me the factual bit. She tells you, in your own journal (#1658), that it’s “not autism in the medical definition of the word, but perhaps a tendency to be less interested in how people you are not personally connected to are experiencing life,” and that “it can vary from person to person”. That per-person tendency is all I’m naming, just pointed the other way. So take the facticity complaint upstairs, mate, and give Vineeto my regards 
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