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Complexity

RemyZee

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Does it seem like autism is a life of complexity, including for people who found out later in life. Whatever I do think or say feels complex. Going down the road is complex. Eating is very complex. Relationships are profoundly complex. Talking is complex. Going out for dinner: complex. Making art: complex. Sleeping is complex. Clothing is complex. Gender is complex
Just sitting in a chair can be complex. Waking up, complex and on and on. Just existing and there are so many trajectories and round abouts. It's not necessarily a bad thing, because I basically almost never get bored, because there's always something fascinating going on even to the point of embarrassing because I forget to take care of the easy things.
 
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The autistic mind can have trouble deciphering and navigating a lot of what ordinary people see as mundane. It's like we just don't get it most of time. Some of us, anyway. I guess that's what ends up getting us diagnosed in the first place.
 
Does it seem like autism is a life of complexity, including for people who found out later in life. Whatever I do think or say feels complex. Going down the road is complex. Eating is very complex. Relationships are profoundly complex. Talking is complex. Going out for dinner: complex. Making art: complex. Sleeping is complex. Clothing is complex. Gender is complex
Just sitting in a chair can be complex. Waking up, complex and on and on. Just existing and there are so many trajectories and round abouts. It's not necessarily a bad thing, because I basically almost never get bored, because there's always something fascinating going on even to the point of embarrassing because I forget to take care of the easy things.
I can see how that would be the case, because we are conceptual hole-diggers and we try to see all the detail. Not everyone is put together the same, and if I saw everything in all its pieces all the time, I would be overwhelmed. There are certainly people who look like they have a lot of trouble doing ordinary things, and I wish them much support and friendship to get by.

I was never, ever good at sports. I felt like I got trounced by almost every single opponent, ever. I can fail for a decade at a time at making friends in person. Outside of those two things, I feel entirely capable. However, within those things, I feel what it's like to be kind of a halting, stuttery, highly intentional person, and that's why you lack the fluidity to play sports, and that's what weirds people out and pushes them away.
 
Everything is complex to me. Yet I wouldn't have it any other way.
From the never- ending internal dialogues and music in my head to seeing little things others would pass by or not see.
My mind dissects everything all the time.

An example today was when I opened my car door to get out on a parking lot,
there was an area with shrubs in it beside me and my eye immediately went to a little
fossilized snail type shell in the dirt.
I picked it out of the sandy dirt, dusted it off and put it in my miscellaneous holder on the dash where some small rocks also reside.

Then I went into a restaurant and as I waited to be served, my vision and thoughts scan the interior and see every little detail and sound.
Identifying the music playing from the first few notes to what people are talking about in the room.
Scratch on the tabletop, water spot on the knife, type of napkins, you get the idea.
Never ending.
Yeah, there isn't much headroom left, but there seems to always be room for more input.
 
Lately, l have been quite taken back by the lack of morals in general by a majority of people where l live. Then l delve into the complexities of living an unjust life and why would anyone bother to live this way, which brings me back to the complexity of being on the spectrum and never quite fitting in. Wondering where my tribe is, perhaps a utopia of asperger types that understand the importance of being authentic and just.
 
Everything is complex to me. Yet I wouldn't have it any other way.
From the never- ending internal dialogues and music in my head to seeing little things others would pass by or not see.
My mind dissects everything all the time.

An example today was when I opened my car door to get out on a parking lot,
there was an area with shrubs in it beside me and my eye immediately went to a little
fossilized snail type shell in the dirt.
I picked it out of the sandy dirt, dusted it off and put it in my miscellaneous holder on the dash where some small rocks also reside.

Then I went into a restaurant and as I waited to be served, my vision and thoughts scan the interior and see every little detail and sound.
Identifying the music playing from the first few notes to what people are talking about in the room.
Scratch on the tabletop, water spot on the knife, type of napkins, you get the idea.
Never ending.
Yeah, there isn't much headroom left, but there seems to always be room for more input.

I wouldn't even know how to compare myself that way. It assumes a basis for comparison. My thinking used to be very noisy with random analysis, but in the pursuit of faith, it has quieted down a lot. I started to feel like all that analytical racket was selfish and it was displacing communion with a higher power. It feels a lot quieter up there lately, and when something is said, it feels more directed. It's about fifteen years' worth of change.
 
Does it seem like autism is a life of complexity, including for people who found out later in life. Whatever I do think or say feels complex. Going down the road is complex. Eating is very complex. Relationships are profoundly complex. Talking is complex. Going out for dinner: complex. Making art: complex. Sleeping is complex. Clothing is complex. Gender is complex
Just sitting in a chair can be complex. Waking up, complex and on and on. Just existing and there are so many trajectories and round abouts. It's not necessarily a bad thing, because I basically almost never get bored, because there's always something fascinating going on even to the point of embarrassing because I forget to take care of the easy things.
Life is simple and we make it complex.
But I can see what your trying to say it is hard work.
But sometimes it can be very simple but humans make it way more complex than it ever should be.
How do I like it simple with a lot of fun.
Someone else needs to do majority of the work.
 
Life is simple and we make it complex.
But I can see what your trying to say it is hard work.
But sometimes it can be very simple but humans make it way more complex than it ever should be.
How do I like it simple with a lot of fun.
Someone else needs to do majority of the work.
It seems like if you want to respond to physical existence; make things, design things, etc, you need to be analytical. If you want to connect with other souls, then you need to go in the other direction.
 

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