one day they'll scan my brain in an MRI for something and the doctor will be like "wtf anon, your thingamajig isn't even connected to the whatchamacallit, how are you even alive?? you shouldn't even be able to walk or talk" and all my life problems will somehow magically make sense in retrospect. and i'll be like "oh man, i thought all my problems were my fault and caused by my own rotten character, but i guess i got a disability or sum shit?? damn..."