"When you find yourself on the side of the majority... It's time to pause and reflect."
- Mark Twain
Warning... this is all over the place. My head is sort of like scrambled eggs this morning, and I just need to let some stuff out...
I tend to have this thing to go into overdrive when things fall apart around me and I feel I have to fix it, and protect all of it, be it people or property.
We lost a mind boggling amount of trees and vegetation due to a massive fire on the property where I work. I made a whole post on this so no need to chew on that...
People and equipment have been brought in to supposedly help clean up the damage the fire caused. Instead they seem to have made more of a mess than the fire itself caused. So I have been on this 18 hour a day binge for weeks trying to clean up, replant, restart much of this land back to a small fraction of what it was in the middle of an extreme drought and 30-50+ winds for weeks. For some reason I feel like Groot 2.0 in some bad remix of "Guardian of the Galaxy 2." It's all too much, but it's my job (at this point in LIFE) to fix it...
It is a very huge task that lets a person know how small they really are in the scope of what needs done, as regular tasks still have to be done all at the same time. At the end of the day I feel like an ant who has spent his whole day moving dirt, with hundreds of acres of dirt and burnt trees still staring back at me. I just feel I have to try and give my best back to what was lost.
In that... I have the scoffers, the ass holes with opinions, the people who want certain things certain ways as they argue amongst themselves... but no one has lifted a finger, a rake, or a shovel to help...
So in my mind they have no vested interest, no sweat equity, just a lot of talking... while they do NOTHING but verbally destroy any attempt at restoring what was lost. So I just keep going and I do this because its all I know to do. I will not stop and stand there in some useless word battle over the trivial crap these people are trying to pull on me...
I'm not stupid... I am very freaking smart actually because I can see straight through them and everything they are trying to pull. It's called CONTROL and they don't even know what they want other than that... So I just keep focused and it keeps reshaping back into a land ready for new trees and plants as I basically ignore everyone to hold my sanity in place.
In this I have noticed... Some people seem to build... It's an honor, a code, a respect for the challenge within itself. It's a part of what makes me whole... Others seem to get off on ripping down the people who try to build or re-build the things that culminate into the tiny pieces of what we call LIFE. I defend and protect what I stand for and who I am. Not many do this these days because they have to conform and be part of the "popular" hell people are enjoying living in.
Yesterday at work a well known co-worker called me "Ferdinand" and I didnt understand who Ferdinand was, or why I was called that. I wanted to be offended, but instead I was just confused. She sensed my confusion and maybe a little agitation... She knows quite a lot of my young past and she seemed sad for a second. She said, "Ferdinand is a bull in a kids book apparently no one cared to read to you..., He's the good bull in the story." I just smiled and moved on. I guess I need to read this small childrens story at some point. (However, I would make for a very small bull : )
Full admission I tend to think too deeply, and do so maybe way too much. I can never speak for another person with ASD, but I admit I live in my head a lot. Maybe it's how I was truly made, or maybe its a way to escape a reality I seem to struggle with often and deeply.
It seems that I see things so differently (or so I am often told) that I have lots of trouble conforming with rules, even "laws" that are unethical... and the list is so long and twisted that I don't even want to dive off that mental cliff right now.
It ranges from corrupt politics, shady medical practices, a world on drugs, lawyers who help trick a system to lie to itself, failing food manipulations, people who promote their "brand" or "God" and live nothing like what they claim, but maybe worst of all is peoples unwritten laws of DRAMA and CONTROL tactics get too me really bad.
I fully admit I sometimes have issues with past abuse, anxiety, depression, shutdowns, often not wanting to communicate in real world scenarios and more... but is this a defect or a protection mechanism??? A protection mechanism that is not about the frail, sad, past, but something in us that has been there all along... I have started noticing a whole different side to lots of this stuff...
Sure, I can "blame" tons of stuff on other people who beat the crap out of me, did things to me that are horrible, and exposed me to some of the sickest s..t on the planet... That could give me a valid excuse for ALL my issues and problems. It can get me a "pity" ticket so people can feel sorry for me... But I never want that, I actually detest it.
I can blame Autism, ADD, OCD, PTSD, dyslexia, as the reason I don't get somethings, but I don't want to do any thing like that either... I might even be WRONG in doing so...
LIMITATIONS is a box I am sick of... And what about the things I get on a so much deeper levels than anyone around me??? Defects and deficits are not what I care to dwell on anymore...
I have never wanted a free ride at any level, and I damn sure don't want to surrender to a worlds SICK STATUS QUO. Sure I have a past that sucks and it hurts to even think about it, but that past did not make me the sum total of who I am today... If so I would be an unthinkable monster (based on EXCUSES)... Instead I seem to have went very far in the other direction. How does abuse create a person who is ethical, loyal, unafraid to face adversity? It doesn't! LIFE is a CHOICE... No matter what the past dictates.
I sometimes feel so many people are trying to put ASD in a box that fits into their dysfunctional screwed up world, and it will NEVER fit. In that they are not seeing who we really can be manytimes... Yes, I am speaking of mostly high functioning people, but I also recognize there are others in this mix who cant speak for themselves... However that is part of my biggest problem with ASD... The classifications, the boxes, the bull.... that never adds up.
Yes, we can be unthinkably stubborn, at times narrow minded, but at other times very open minded among a mass of close minded, blind, deaf, world destroyers.
I fully admit I don't even know where I am going with this... It's just something eating at me and I don't even know fully what it is...
It's a collective of things eating at me... and everything has an answer but too many people simply dont want answers... They want a mindless freeride that I have never wanted. I want to be ALLOWED to EARN my place in humanity and leave something that says I was here...
I don't want to be a part of the swath of mental, social, and physical, destruction I am trying to not allow suck me in...
I won't even watch the news anymore so I won't soak up the sick, vile, word puke these people spread like verbal jelly on people who could care less. If they truly cared they have all the tech tools at hand to make the changes start 10 minutes from now... But greed, popularity, drama, and a sick twist on prosperity seem to hold people in a mindless state of existence...
Humanity is changing so fast and I see that maybe in ways NT's just never even notice how we are changing... Or what we as a mass of humans are turning into...
My greatest wish is maybe, they could see LIFE like I see it, and see that we ALL NEED to be of VALUE. Not a fake value, but live with a PURPOSE...
Getting "likes" on FB in some deep need of popularity contest is not why I live. I may live in my head, but those thoughts come through what I do with my hands everyday... I work and I work harder than anyone I even know, but not for popularity, or play the game of rules that turn my stomach... Yes, rules and laws, are fine until they turn unethical and into a noose not many can see...
My wish very often is that I wish I couldn't see it either. However, I won't be soon sticking my head in that mystery existence. I will stay grounded in the logic and common sense I was granted, no matter what others try and force me to become... Yet in that I am sometimes seen as the "crazy" one... Really?
So maybe ASD in some cases is a filter and not some deficit within us...
Maybe instead of looking at all of our deficiencies, people should look at the variables we have that 99% of the world's population does not.
I hope someday ASD might not have near the stigma it has now, and people will allow us to be who we really are... I want to see the day they are amazed that we see the wind, hear the plants, and smell the colors...
Maybe my whole issue is HIDING the very fact I have ASD... If a person has to live ashamed of his being different than most anyone around him... What does that do to a person over a period of 40 years?
Who would I be if ASD was not some ikky, deficit? What if ASD was seen as more like an additional benefit instead of someone who must hide behind what they have been made to BELIEVE is lacking?
Elephant tied to the plastic chair...
That's what I see ASD as, and a whole lot of other things turning into...
When people like me see that plastic chair for what it really is... This is what starts happening... : )
- Mark Twain
Warning... this is all over the place. My head is sort of like scrambled eggs this morning, and I just need to let some stuff out...
I tend to have this thing to go into overdrive when things fall apart around me and I feel I have to fix it, and protect all of it, be it people or property.
We lost a mind boggling amount of trees and vegetation due to a massive fire on the property where I work. I made a whole post on this so no need to chew on that...
People and equipment have been brought in to supposedly help clean up the damage the fire caused. Instead they seem to have made more of a mess than the fire itself caused. So I have been on this 18 hour a day binge for weeks trying to clean up, replant, restart much of this land back to a small fraction of what it was in the middle of an extreme drought and 30-50+ winds for weeks. For some reason I feel like Groot 2.0 in some bad remix of "Guardian of the Galaxy 2." It's all too much, but it's my job (at this point in LIFE) to fix it...
It is a very huge task that lets a person know how small they really are in the scope of what needs done, as regular tasks still have to be done all at the same time. At the end of the day I feel like an ant who has spent his whole day moving dirt, with hundreds of acres of dirt and burnt trees still staring back at me. I just feel I have to try and give my best back to what was lost.
In that... I have the scoffers, the ass holes with opinions, the people who want certain things certain ways as they argue amongst themselves... but no one has lifted a finger, a rake, or a shovel to help...
So in my mind they have no vested interest, no sweat equity, just a lot of talking... while they do NOTHING but verbally destroy any attempt at restoring what was lost. So I just keep going and I do this because its all I know to do. I will not stop and stand there in some useless word battle over the trivial crap these people are trying to pull on me...
I'm not stupid... I am very freaking smart actually because I can see straight through them and everything they are trying to pull. It's called CONTROL and they don't even know what they want other than that... So I just keep focused and it keeps reshaping back into a land ready for new trees and plants as I basically ignore everyone to hold my sanity in place.
In this I have noticed... Some people seem to build... It's an honor, a code, a respect for the challenge within itself. It's a part of what makes me whole... Others seem to get off on ripping down the people who try to build or re-build the things that culminate into the tiny pieces of what we call LIFE. I defend and protect what I stand for and who I am. Not many do this these days because they have to conform and be part of the "popular" hell people are enjoying living in.
Yesterday at work a well known co-worker called me "Ferdinand" and I didnt understand who Ferdinand was, or why I was called that. I wanted to be offended, but instead I was just confused. She sensed my confusion and maybe a little agitation... She knows quite a lot of my young past and she seemed sad for a second. She said, "Ferdinand is a bull in a kids book apparently no one cared to read to you..., He's the good bull in the story." I just smiled and moved on. I guess I need to read this small childrens story at some point. (However, I would make for a very small bull : )
Full admission I tend to think too deeply, and do so maybe way too much. I can never speak for another person with ASD, but I admit I live in my head a lot. Maybe it's how I was truly made, or maybe its a way to escape a reality I seem to struggle with often and deeply.
It seems that I see things so differently (or so I am often told) that I have lots of trouble conforming with rules, even "laws" that are unethical... and the list is so long and twisted that I don't even want to dive off that mental cliff right now.
It ranges from corrupt politics, shady medical practices, a world on drugs, lawyers who help trick a system to lie to itself, failing food manipulations, people who promote their "brand" or "God" and live nothing like what they claim, but maybe worst of all is peoples unwritten laws of DRAMA and CONTROL tactics get too me really bad.
I fully admit I sometimes have issues with past abuse, anxiety, depression, shutdowns, often not wanting to communicate in real world scenarios and more... but is this a defect or a protection mechanism??? A protection mechanism that is not about the frail, sad, past, but something in us that has been there all along... I have started noticing a whole different side to lots of this stuff...
Sure, I can "blame" tons of stuff on other people who beat the crap out of me, did things to me that are horrible, and exposed me to some of the sickest s..t on the planet... That could give me a valid excuse for ALL my issues and problems. It can get me a "pity" ticket so people can feel sorry for me... But I never want that, I actually detest it.
I can blame Autism, ADD, OCD, PTSD, dyslexia, as the reason I don't get somethings, but I don't want to do any thing like that either... I might even be WRONG in doing so...
LIMITATIONS is a box I am sick of... And what about the things I get on a so much deeper levels than anyone around me??? Defects and deficits are not what I care to dwell on anymore...
I have never wanted a free ride at any level, and I damn sure don't want to surrender to a worlds SICK STATUS QUO. Sure I have a past that sucks and it hurts to even think about it, but that past did not make me the sum total of who I am today... If so I would be an unthinkable monster (based on EXCUSES)... Instead I seem to have went very far in the other direction. How does abuse create a person who is ethical, loyal, unafraid to face adversity? It doesn't! LIFE is a CHOICE... No matter what the past dictates.
I sometimes feel so many people are trying to put ASD in a box that fits into their dysfunctional screwed up world, and it will NEVER fit. In that they are not seeing who we really can be manytimes... Yes, I am speaking of mostly high functioning people, but I also recognize there are others in this mix who cant speak for themselves... However that is part of my biggest problem with ASD... The classifications, the boxes, the bull.... that never adds up.
Yes, we can be unthinkably stubborn, at times narrow minded, but at other times very open minded among a mass of close minded, blind, deaf, world destroyers.
I fully admit I don't even know where I am going with this... It's just something eating at me and I don't even know fully what it is...
It's a collective of things eating at me... and everything has an answer but too many people simply dont want answers... They want a mindless freeride that I have never wanted. I want to be ALLOWED to EARN my place in humanity and leave something that says I was here...
I don't want to be a part of the swath of mental, social, and physical, destruction I am trying to not allow suck me in...
I won't even watch the news anymore so I won't soak up the sick, vile, word puke these people spread like verbal jelly on people who could care less. If they truly cared they have all the tech tools at hand to make the changes start 10 minutes from now... But greed, popularity, drama, and a sick twist on prosperity seem to hold people in a mindless state of existence...
Humanity is changing so fast and I see that maybe in ways NT's just never even notice how we are changing... Or what we as a mass of humans are turning into...
My greatest wish is maybe, they could see LIFE like I see it, and see that we ALL NEED to be of VALUE. Not a fake value, but live with a PURPOSE...
Getting "likes" on FB in some deep need of popularity contest is not why I live. I may live in my head, but those thoughts come through what I do with my hands everyday... I work and I work harder than anyone I even know, but not for popularity, or play the game of rules that turn my stomach... Yes, rules and laws, are fine until they turn unethical and into a noose not many can see...
My wish very often is that I wish I couldn't see it either. However, I won't be soon sticking my head in that mystery existence. I will stay grounded in the logic and common sense I was granted, no matter what others try and force me to become... Yet in that I am sometimes seen as the "crazy" one... Really?
So maybe ASD in some cases is a filter and not some deficit within us...
Maybe instead of looking at all of our deficiencies, people should look at the variables we have that 99% of the world's population does not.
I hope someday ASD might not have near the stigma it has now, and people will allow us to be who we really are... I want to see the day they are amazed that we see the wind, hear the plants, and smell the colors...
Maybe my whole issue is HIDING the very fact I have ASD... If a person has to live ashamed of his being different than most anyone around him... What does that do to a person over a period of 40 years?
Who would I be if ASD was not some ikky, deficit? What if ASD was seen as more like an additional benefit instead of someone who must hide behind what they have been made to BELIEVE is lacking?
Elephant tied to the plastic chair...
That's what I see ASD as, and a whole lot of other things turning into...
When people like me see that plastic chair for what it really is... This is what starts happening... : )