It’s hard.

I’m known as a big asshole in my neighborhood. Some stranger took a video of me having a meltdown the other day.

But life is supposed to be hard. That’s the first noble truth. I’d rather life be hard than boring, and my life is not boring, and for that I’m thankful.

I’m an uber driver so I get to practice my social skills all day every day. An autistic person with sharp social skills can be a teacher. I just had a passenger, also autistic, recite an entire Shel Silverstein poem to me.

I retain knowledge well, and being an uber driver is an opportunity to gather interesting knowledge and then cross-pollinate it into the world.

I don’t know how else to answer the question. More specific questions would probably yield more interesting answers.