I loathe writing posts on the maturation and mindfulness that I’ve acquired in recent years.  The reason for this is that I do not want the reader to frame these posts under the romanticized light of redemption.  When I think of redemption, I think of love stories where someone cleans up their act in order to be welcomed back with open arms by a paramour.  Or, I think about the mythical hero of the day, throwing away their background and the odds in order to heroically save those around him.  These are tired tropes.  I would propose that the antisocial is beyond redemption but not necessarily for the reasons you may think.

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