I can’t.

I think it’s time for me to stop pretending the world makes any kind of sense.

Ever since I figured out that I’m autistic, I’ve been trying and trying to compensate for my poor theory of mind. Like, I know that other people have their own viewpoints and opinions, but I still make the basic error of thinking that if I can make them aware of the same facts I know, they’ll come around.

Maybe I’m just wrong. Maybe there’s nothing wrong with killing animals. Maybe there’s nothing wrong with killing humans. Maybe kindness and compassion don’t matter at all. Maybe there’s no such thing as “wrong” to begin with.