I think I see the world differently to how normal people see it.
When Mr C and I talk about something complex, like politics, I don’t always understand all of the things he is telling me. The answer always seems so simple. Why don’t they just give the prisoners back? That kind of thing. But even when the complications are explained to me, I am still adamant that there is a simple and peaceful solution.
And it happens with all sorts of things. When I get into bad moods, Mr C often wants me to explain them, and that can be quite difficult.
When I manage to do so, you’ll often find that what I’ve said is just some kind of simple view of something that should be so obvious.
I think I see the world in black and white when there are so many different shades of grey.
I shouldn’t tackle such big subjects when I am so obviously shattered.