I caught Mallow and Paul just hanging out together. The picture is a zoom shot with my phone so not the best shot.
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Hey, guys.
Recently going through some job hell (see post history) and wondering how autism might impact that.
Problem is I’ve been explicitly NOT diagnosed with autism by a psychologist, but the internet pretty often will just assume I am when I’m talking about any post remotely touching on my social life.
So I’m wondering if a post along the lines of, “would it be useful to think in terms of autistic traits, even w/o an official diagnosis, and how would I conceptualize myself differently by doing so?” would be useful or annoying. Would there be a better forum for a post like that?
In other news, I’m making empanadas today for a holiday party on Saturday. I haven’t made them before, and I haven’t been to any kind of party for like five years.
Yesterday I went to a different open mic night. My usual place was a bunch of cliquey-AF young LGBT’ers obsessed with being young LGBTers and as a much older only perhaps bisexual guy, I was just COMPLETELY frozen out of any social belonging. They inspired the phrase
What we learned from being excluded for who we are is to form our own group to exclude others not exactly like us. This is social progress.
Anyway, I went there for almost a year pretty regularly and people who I’d talked to the very week earlier would look at me with some confusion when I started talking to them, and then I’d see the light of recognition behind their eyes and they’d say, “Oh, you’re that guy.”
As well as “It’s so great that you’re staying up late at your age” at like, 9:30 pm.
Anway, last night’s place was a bunch of oldsters like me and they actually invited me back to next month’s song circle, and one guy invited me to his gig happening tonight, so I’m cautiously optimistic that I’m on the road to finding some real community at long last.
Just woke up. Currently at my grandparents’ place near-ish the Outer Banks in northeastern NC for Independence Day weekend. Managed to dodge a hangover, far as I can tell, and that’s always a plus. Not quite Satan’s Nutsack like it is in the DC area where I ACTUALLY live, but still supposed to hit high 90s (F) here over the weekend. May fish tomorrow.
Overall…fair. Be good if I could find that damn water bottle.
Addendum: Found it. Life is good now.
I have a giant watermelon to cut this morning. I could barely pick the thing up. I mean it’s average size for a watermelon, but it’s giant relative to the watermelons I would usually select. It’s a family-size watermelon.
Make sure those kitties are always supervised! They look chill af 😎
They are unfortunately not. Mallow (black and white) is a very friendly stray and has a chip but when we tried to bring him inside choas ensued. Paul (little gray and white) is a very cautious feral, who has started to come closer. But mostly screams at me for being the incompetent servant that I am, for not dropping the outdoor food quick enough.
