You should see what happens when an Aspie takes a minute break from doing a gazzillion things! I break up by getting goofy. Don’t believe me? If you’re curious, you can take a look at what I’ve now done during my time out for a cup of coffee.
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hello, trust me on this one…..you are reading things into that photograph that no-one else can see. Which you are bound to …. and because its YOU, you KNOW that person. To everyone else on this planet you look fine in that pic. As usual our aspi distorting brains mangle the past (or colour or even de-colour it) the past into what we want it to be. I too detested kids and parties and silly hats and aaahhhhh…..the nadir of pain and torture ie JELLY!!! Ah ….curses upon the inventor of jelly. I was only ever taken to two such events and apart from an abiding hatred of such activites (ie didn’t know what to do, or how to ‘play’) was a fish out of water.
I’m really enjoying this comment, yesterday had wifelet here and actually was parcelling up for ten solid hours apart froma couple of web breaks (to listen to 1950’s and early 60’s Chinese film songs) and a dog walk at the ponds at the pit heap. If wifelet hadn’t been hereI would not have been ableto apply myself. Crippled.
Have you any wrongplanet mail?
I think we hated parties and such events ( I bet you hated the first day at school – I kept that up till…sixteen) because our aspi brain hadn’t developed any ability to exchange social interaction and speech in a throw away brainless manner that most kids can. We cannot find gaps to shoot a few bytes of twitter into the throng. All the years at school with any group of kids I doubt I hardly ever ‘contributed’ … oh hell – this is a dark area for me. Something I have to keep clear of.
I was better one to one though always paranoid (conditioned by past experience) from an early age not to trust more than one other person as a group to spend time with as so called friend.
I’d better stop – this is crap from the past.
I’ve some happy memories, country lanes, a flooded quarry to roam and fish, being round at jimmys, digging holes, living as a soldier, bicycles, my dads workshop, my one or two occasional friends, jimmy, keith, nicholas though never did one meet the other! Strange now when I think about it. So I suppose i was quite lucky. At thirteen or so I seemed to stop socialising. Probably too into my own subjects.
Do you have sciatica, my left rear leg is agony’ish…..
You’ve approved my two comments…brilliant!
Sheila and that flippin photograph ….you ain’t half got some mileage out of that one! I hope to get some photographs scanned of me at age three or four, I look incredible – could have won photo contests ….. at one of my gardening customers, I will not take them to a photo shop as they scratched slides of our dear departed Snuffy – our first dog.
Flippin is right! I’m flippin all over the place with, and from, all there is to do lately. How’d spring get here so fast anyhow? Have I been hibernating in some cave? If so, then how does one do that when the insomnia dragon is also abiding inside it? I think I’ve developed an autopilot mode for survival.