Of all the cubes in the world, there will always be one, his mothers gift, that is forbidden for him to solve.
This is a great mystery. It’s a Rubik’s complex.
Or as the tale of a tragic human gulf - between a well-intended, neurotypical mother, and the OCD son who she just can't understand.
Or as a dark tale of a mother taking out her repressed resentment on an OCD son she does understand.
No allegorical jury would convict me
I can’t tell if it’s a troll, long form greentext, or a future episode of Criminal Minds.
After I reached the “…as are all gifts from my mother” elaboration, the rest of the comment played in my head in Anthony Perkins’s voice.