Category: Personal Reflections and Diary

(Diary)
So I have a friend, who is an over the top runway model doing fashion shows. She is devastatingly striking. And, of course she’s Ukrainian. 😉 Anyway, we were chatting yesterday, and I teased her by asking if she ever got tired of the daily ‘beauty process’. And she froze, furrowed her brow a bit, paused, and with confusion looked at me and said ‘oh no, I love it’.
As if I was crazy for suggesting such a thing. 😉

😉 I love human beings. Especially apolitical human beings. 😉

(Diary, Humor, Autism Memories)
The tendency to look between someone’s knees or feet to suppress the distracting stress of eye contact and facial expression until you get older and girls and women think you’re staring at their private parts.
It’s like. “Ok. Dang it. That’s not gonna work any longer. What do I do now?” You learn to focus just above the bridge of the nose. Sigh. It makes you look like you’re intently listening, when you were intently listening before. Except intently listening when eye contact and facial expressions are electroshocks of confusion is almost impossible.
I have a handful of these intrusive thoughts of horror when catching myself in my 30’s and 40’s.
It’s not the dumb stuff I did on purpose in life that bothers me. At all times, I usually did the best I could. It’s the stupid stuff like that – the purely autistic stuff – that’s totally innocent and unintentional that I find traumatizing. lol. 😉

(Diary, Humor)
I sit in small neighborhood, up against the mountains, in front of a window, behind a row of monitors, in a relatively pristine white room, with white furniture and decor – and my coffee cup looks like I work in a foundry while taking frequent stops in a greasy…