The Hard Part
I suppose it shouldn't surprise me that Angela is my crutch in this, as in everything else. As she said to me years ago, people are mostly soft, and I only understand the hard parts. To me, hard parts are definite, but to others, it seems that they are merely difficult.
I have an intellectual comprehension of the notion that I am different, that my brain functions differently and is an inadequate model to use in anticipating the thoughts of others, but that doesn't make it easier to find another model. It seems sometimes that I am backwards from the rest of the world in the things I find important. Perhaps it is just that I don't understand their motivations. Psychology is a soft science.
Angela understands the soft parts effortlessly, and so it is hardly surprising that she provided me with the soft parts of my novels. I suppose it is like connective tissue, the soft parts of the human body which hold the bones together. I understand that the soft parts are vital. Vital organs are all soft. I still need Angela to explain it to me, though, and even then I doubt I understand.
Why are the soft parts so hard?