There’s very little room for understanding and compromise when dealing with someone whose reasoning insists that nothing can be accomplished on their behalf unless the situation escalates to a disruptive level. 

Nearly all meaning becomes pitifully stripped to subjective strikes piercing their inflated egos from too thick and sensitive of an emotional force field around them. 

But it’s these fitful storms where life feels alive for them. Detachly deprived of their own self, they’re lost in waving passions. So for that brief peak, that feeling of nothing turns to something into everything to live and die for. 

An adult-child will fail to see the redundancy of these trivialities because they can’t swallow their pride enough to see from a different perspective. Their thoughts and imagination literally can’t breach any other possibilities to consider any other alternatives of nature so what they believe is true and real, contrary to any and all contradicting facts of reality.

Am I a villain or do I just violate your most fundamental beliefs?

So when someone is used to so much, just some becomes non-comprehensible which instigates yet another flooding storm of emotional unrest. An emotional rupture of sanity. 

With this paragraph I intended to write something hopeful and mature about interacting with under-developed adults, but two hours have gone by without one sentence in support to appear. But as I type, I realize that that is the mature response: to allot not one moment of care past absolute necessity. Pure indifference, absolute disregard. Only fools reason with insanity for insanity is the only reason of a fool.