Early in my life I cared very little, I would drift from one relationship to another or from one job to another instantly. I saw that people would get angry or frustrated with me but I rarely understood why, I just felt they were limited in their outlook and over sensitive. I couldn't see the trail of destruction I left behind.
As I have aged I find I care about a few things, mostly those things that affect me directly. I can't say I'm bored as my life offers enough variety each day to keep me happy, but the more I understand myself the less I want to interact with the types of people I knew before as I enjoy being alone.
Interestingly, this year I've begun to 'care' about the problems that young aspies are facing. Maybe it's because I got to this ripe old age and I see them struggling at the start of what is a great adventure. I don't know, maybe I just enjoy knowing others like me
I've seen a lot of pain in my years, been at the edge too many times, but would I rather be numb to life? No, I don't believe I would. Adversity was my greatest teacher, my strongest enemy and, now, my oldest friend. Each time it knocked me down, mocked my tears, laughed in my face, I would get up and find a solution. I know that when times were good I drifted along, then I was numb, there was nothing to test my mettle. I may have lost a few battles but I never lost the war, I ain't dead yet.