I struggle with hellos. In the wider world of things I'm not that interesting as a human being. I read, a lot. I talk unsuspecting people into books they don't think they need. My cat has more friends on social media than I do, and I'm perfectly fine with that fact.
I suck at all things arts and crafts, but I love to write. And it is in my writing that my repetition obsession comes screaming out. Primes of 1 and 3, geometric word tessellations that are slowly bringing a world of nonsense to life.
I have cardiac/valvular EDS compounded by HFHC, which means as much as I want to be as active as I was when I was younger (competitive swimming (both distance and sprints), I'm limited to walking and an occasional flight on the park swing.
Rue Dog and Potato Cat are the heart of my world and are probably the only living creatures who have ever seen me without my social mask. My mask keeps me in control and deflects attention. When you are small and quiet, it is very easy to slip by society unnoticed. That in and of itself is such a boon for the introverted side of my nature. I do not people well for long outside my hyperspecific sphere of books and reading.
e.g. A careless bagger at the grocery store nearly put me into a meltdown because space was not utilized to its greatest potential and like items were not with like. I work retail, so I was in a quandary to say something, but I had to, so I asked if I could bag my own groceries since none of the self bagging lanes were open and I absolutely hate those automated checkout.
(They yammer at you incessantly, as if you are too stupid to know how to bag an item.) I tend to run ahead of the curve on a lot of things and those things press a very specific button for me. Anywho, the bagger was fine with me bagging my items neatly and I've not seen him stationed at the bagging position since. Thankfully the self bagging lanes have been open the last couple of timed I've ventured to the store.
I can grasp quantum theory, complex storylines, intricate forms of poetry, and other dense topics, but I fall apart on a grocery run. While I'm independent, (driving, employment, budgeting, meal planning, chores, etc.) I cannot live on my own. (Medical and neurotype reasons.)
I have a surfeit of book smarts and respectable education, but I admit I deal with functional stupidity. Getting my driver's license switched when we moved across state lines was one of the circles of hell. I got it done, but I had a meltdown before it was over and I hate it when my mask is cracked.
Currently I'm sitting under my writing table typing this after resetting our wifi instead of going to bed like a reasonable person would.
- D.
I suck at all things arts and crafts, but I love to write. And it is in my writing that my repetition obsession comes screaming out. Primes of 1 and 3, geometric word tessellations that are slowly bringing a world of nonsense to life.
I have cardiac/valvular EDS compounded by HFHC, which means as much as I want to be as active as I was when I was younger (competitive swimming (both distance and sprints), I'm limited to walking and an occasional flight on the park swing.
Rue Dog and Potato Cat are the heart of my world and are probably the only living creatures who have ever seen me without my social mask. My mask keeps me in control and deflects attention. When you are small and quiet, it is very easy to slip by society unnoticed. That in and of itself is such a boon for the introverted side of my nature. I do not people well for long outside my hyperspecific sphere of books and reading.
e.g. A careless bagger at the grocery store nearly put me into a meltdown because space was not utilized to its greatest potential and like items were not with like. I work retail, so I was in a quandary to say something, but I had to, so I asked if I could bag my own groceries since none of the self bagging lanes were open and I absolutely hate those automated checkout.
(They yammer at you incessantly, as if you are too stupid to know how to bag an item.) I tend to run ahead of the curve on a lot of things and those things press a very specific button for me. Anywho, the bagger was fine with me bagging my items neatly and I've not seen him stationed at the bagging position since. Thankfully the self bagging lanes have been open the last couple of timed I've ventured to the store.
I can grasp quantum theory, complex storylines, intricate forms of poetry, and other dense topics, but I fall apart on a grocery run. While I'm independent, (driving, employment, budgeting, meal planning, chores, etc.) I cannot live on my own. (Medical and neurotype reasons.)
I have a surfeit of book smarts and respectable education, but I admit I deal with functional stupidity. Getting my driver's license switched when we moved across state lines was one of the circles of hell. I got it done, but I had a meltdown before it was over and I hate it when my mask is cracked.
Currently I'm sitting under my writing table typing this after resetting our wifi instead of going to bed like a reasonable person would.
- D.
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