22
Apr
2021

This isn’t cute, and it isn’t funny, so…

categories: personal; word count: 248 words

This is the new “game” that’s going around to “bring awareness to autism”.

You shouldn’t have liked or commented on my last status. Now you have to pick from one of the below and post it as your status. This is the 2021 Autism Awareness game. Don’t be a spoil sport. Pick your poison from one of these and post it as your status.

Just found a squirrel in my car!
Just used my kids to get out of a speeding ticket.
How do you get rid of foot fungus?
All of my bras are missing!
I think I just accepted a marriage proposal online?!
I’ve decided to stop wearing underwear.
It’s confirmed I’m going to be a mommy/daddy.
Just won a chance audition on America’s got talent!
I’ve been accepted on master chef.
I’m getting a pet monkey!
I just peed myself!
Really thinking about getting butt implants!
Just won 700 on a scratcher!
We’re moving to Vermont at the end of the year!
Mayonnaise on Reese’s peanut butter cups is sooo good!
I’ve just been accepted on come dine with me whoop whoop.

Post with no explanations. Sorry, I fell for it too. Looking forward to your post. Ah don’t ruin it. (Don’t let the secret out). And remember it’s all for the 2021 Autism Awareness. Have fun!”

Please tell me how any of that brings awareness or acceptance to autistic people. I’ll wait.

20
Apr
2021

Some lyrics that I found especially poignant.

categories: music; word count: 200 words

Find Yourself
John O’Callaghan

Drawn into the backdrop here
You could fade, you could fade away
Bright lights on a starless night
Burn a hole in the dying day

Looking at life through a loaded gun
Take your best shot, aim it at the sun
Looking at life through a loaded gun
You know you’ll find

You’ll find yourself, you’ll find yourself alone
You’ll find yourself, you’ll find yourself

Drawn into the darkness here
With your eyes on the prize at stake
Faint hearts on an endless path
Letting go of the ones we break

Looking at life through a loaded gun
Take your best shot, aim it at the sun
Looking at life through a loaded gun
You know you’ll find

You’ll find yourself, you’ll find yourself alone
You’ll find yourself, you’ll find yourself

Drawn into the backdrop here
You could fade, you could fade away
Bright lights on a starless night
Burn a hole in the dying day

Looking at life through a loaded gun
Take your best shot, aim it at the sun
Looking at life through a loaded gun
You know you’ll find

You’ll find yourself, you’ll find yourself alone
You’ll find yourself, you’ll find yourself

17
Apr
2021

Still hoping not to be contacted, but…

categories: personal; word count: 222 words

Two of the things that I got with our third stimulus check were a high school class ring and one from the two-year college that I got my associates’ degree in Biology from (as I was able to complete that before onset of various disabilities that make now attending college something that I can not do). I am still of the mindset that I do not want to attend any class reunions, though. Fortunately for me, I was not contacted when students from my graduating class tried to put together a ten-year reunion, and I hope not to be contacted for any twenty-year reunion. I’ve only kept in touch with one person that attended high school with me, and he only went there for a year. Aside from that, I am not involved in anything that my graduating class does, and I hope never to be. It’s just not something that I want to do at any point.

I would have gotten a class ring while still in high school, but my mother wouldn’t let me order one with the customizations that I wanted to make to it. Now that I’m a whole grown adult, though, I can choose the customizations that I would like… which I did. Maybe at some point I’ll take a picture of it and post it here.

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