Essay: The joy of being a gifted child

The first though came to mind when I received my High IQ diagnostic last month was a lot of unanswered questions like why I felt so bad the emotions of young kids when they were crying out loud and I pretend to be funny to erase sobs? or Why on Earth I have to struggle with Life questions such as Is really an afterlife?

Indeed. Nobody has the right answer. Are we living a dream? What is the point of all of this? Some people find out this at 30 while others do so at 60. I'm almost 30 now and still trying to understand myself better. I know cinema is a therapy for sure. Clubbing is lifting up my Christian spirit since the first time I put a feet on a dancefloor (I was about 16). I felt free. I was very shy at the time but my body the sh*t out . I discovered the sound of Swedish House producers in my teen years in a national radio, Maxima FM. In a fun-size, fungy local gym called Pasos (C del Dr. Vallejo, 14) where they were playing radio 24/7 even if they were closed... Nope! That was an ironic joke. Imagine a 24/7 gym. Well, here it is: my f*cking brain (skip it to min. 01:23). 

My brain does not think as the others just like achieving goals in life. I remember at the age of 15 still on girl in English class begging for a good marriage and let the kids grow healthy. Then there is the cultural background which I mean it is enforced by family which is a legacy which is historical 

Still asking why we need special needs such as affection or being understood with clarity? We don't want to go with the flow-just don't attend traffic lights and so. Let me explain from the beginning_:

I was always been seen as a weird kid whose misunderstood jokes steemed from the same package and cultural allusions (setting an easter egg 2. is not so easy for everyone)

Me, Myself & Oscar at Vicious Live (2017)

Let me tell you something about this guy up here. We meet at this ra event: https://ra.co/events/862378 We don't take drugs, neither alcohol in this parties just don't need them! We are right there and just feeling the moment in a nightclub packed to the gills with people on E.

As a eponymous protagonist of this actual post. Those thoughts came to my mind when I was only seven. Back then and now music healed my extreme feelings of a temporary living on . Life is a short period of time with different stages (childhood, teen years, madurity) As long as we live we have to battle against time. I pray for a remote control capable of controlling the time of our life like the one in the movie Clic. I'm sorry mate, but no. This is real life and cinema (broadly in art) is that mesmerising opium bliss fully emp.

                                        

Feelin' free in my fav city: Madrid, Spain

The best memories in my mind are hanging around with my local peers looking up to spy couples in the park during hot, summer. I did have a gap building a bridge between my kid era and the teenager one. Later emotions I enhance and  I confess crying, having a lot (with no need of E in my brain) of goosebumps.

As a hypersensitive kid I clearly can say that exploding firecrackers (which are made of cordite, smokeless powder, or black powder) at the edge of the road was badly annoying due to the 

Enough! Let's talk about fears. I'm all ears! I still remember when I was a little kid my grandpa hide to avoid me and see my reaction. My biggest fear was being a lost kid in the middle of the city center. Later on I discovered plenty of darkness and I think terrified me. Nowadays silence occupied that place.

At the early age of 8 noticed I'm nothing more than a like my organza taught me. I love playing around and putting people up there. My city is a playground, king of an extended letup. Plenty of possibilities, Not to miss Banksy wall:

P.S.: To date Joker still is (and he will always be) my hero.

They laugh at me because I'm different, 

I laugh at them because they are all the same.