The rear lobe is collective...

I get my brain busted, and then I find everybody trying to force me to submit... Of course it would be game over if I went down that path... Submitting to a lesser is like giving up on life... The thing is I couldn't give up... It is too boring, how the hell could I spend my entire life as some useless drone... Even worse they pair me with the other damaged types... With moral support I could have defended myself individually, my chances of survival are zero unless I pair with a person of equal ability, this match cannot be expected... Creative thinking was all I was left with... I created my own faith, and subjected myself to scrutiny... I needed stable circumstances to give myself a chance... Naturally, staying with my mom was the only option... Everything I have ever done was brutally correct, and I do not regret my actions, even though I regret the past... I am proud of myself, and do not like people who will not respect me...