My Neuro Divergent Brain

Why do we park on a driveway and drive on a parkway?

If olive oil comes from olives, and peanut oil comes from peanuts, then baby oil comes from . . . And how does when get the job of baby squisher? These are some of the many thoughts that rattle inside my sometimes vacuous head. Thoughts jump from point to point with connections that only I get. Don't ask me how I got there, I just did, ok? Ideas metamorph into grand epic tales leaving people glued to the edge of their seats. Life of the party. Belle of the Ball. I delight and amuse all who enter my orbit. However, surrounded by beings rapt by my sagas, I am still lost. I remain untethered. I am drowning in self doubt. Am I talking too much? "Shut up already". But, they remain interested, seemingly. Should I stop? But, I have so much more so say, me and my neuro divergent brain.