Museums

 Museums (and social situations) tend to make me feel like a dumb shit.  This is what happens when you exist as a person who has more of an internal thinking and self reflective focus as opposed to paying more attention to all the things of the external world.  Maybe I really am on the autism spectrum.  My daughter tells me this and is convinced that it is true.  

Another thought is that I try to write too much stuff in one place.  There is no reason why I cannot instead break it up into little pieces.