TBI Dreams, Drums and Drams

I will soon begin to participate in the local Adult Daycare. That I sit alone as often as I do is of some concern. For me, it is both a place of peace and of loneliness. Everyone I know wants to visit, have a fire or perhaps even camp out in my wooded place called home. Chickens, cats and wildlife require nothing of me. It's a good place to be.
Entering various links and pages where other brain injury survivors like to go can be a place that I also feel the need to avoid. A few TBI friends that I've made are good. There is an effort to take what they have and move forward. Some places make it seem more like a club. A group. Vision seems narrow even after many years have gone by. I know things are difficult but I don't want to settle in even if I'm alone a great deal of the time.
I spoke with a nurse from one of the programs and pondered over the whys of brain injury. Everyone seems to have bad dreams, anxiety and/or depression. Why does a good head whack go there when the brain can also dream of love and sandy beaches and play. Why the negative?
Even attending the local cruise nights and car shows I meet people who will avoid my car because it is not a muscle car crying for music of the 50's and early 60's. At one particular show many have claimed an area as their own as if the bounty of other great cars must sit at their feet and park elsewhere. Well, you know where I park. Move over rover. You got something to say? I meet polite with polite. I meet aggression with, "I'm not afraid to die. Are you?"

She's not perfect. She's from 1973. A good but complex period. VW's of the old era are reminders of peace and love. She's fun and moves along well. It's the poor man's Porsche.
I guess that I'm a little off track. Where was I going?
Eh, forget it.