The B*tching And Moaning Thread

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I posted on a forum for people who like to daydream and made the mistake of mentioning that I have Asperger's. One woman replied to me and said something along the lines of, "Wow! You're so articulate and intelligent! Most of the people I work with who are on the autistic spectrum can't write at all." And she also referred to having an ASD as an "intellectual disability" several times.

Basically, she was very patronizing towards me, just like most of the people I meet in real life are when they find out I'm on the spectrum. I know that the people who are like that mean well, but I just feel so insulted and it makes me want to cry whenever someone ignorantly assumes that just because I have an ASD must mean that I can't be intelligent as well.

i went to a family barbecue because i absolutely had to.

unfortunately, it was not my family who were being barbecued, and i joked that the only reason i turned up was to see everyone being barbecued.

that joke fell through the cracks in the floor. i was not serious.

anyway all my relatives (in name only(i am adopted)) were there and they all coalesced into groups of chattering epicentres, and i bounced around their fringes and went outside and looked at the stars outside by myself, and when i had many things to say, i walked back inside and approached various groups of people to talk about what i wanted to say.

no one was prepared to give me more than 1 minute to say what i wanted to say.

some people were crowded around the barbecue and they were talking about barbecued meat, and i started to talk about the maillard reaction, and i was given about 25 seconds to complete what i was going to say, and when i breached that time limit, people started to undulate their eyebrows as if to say "we have a cuckoo here?!?!" and then i was shut down by my audience suddenly wanting to speak to someone else.

everything i tried to talk about was strangled by disinterest.

the guy that was turning the sausages was complaining that it was hard to remember which sausages he had turned, and i said "well it may be interesting to think of a cheap device that could twist a sausage around in 4 minutes like a simple wound spring that the end of the sausage could be fitted into.....", and he decided that he would shout over my shoulder to a person in the background to relieve himself of the burden of my clinical attention.

then i turned around and walked into the yard and i saw a plane's navigation lights, and i watched it for quite a while, and i calculated where the plane was on it's way to and when someone else came into the yard and tried to talk to me, i mentioned the plane i was watching and they suddenly had to go and do something else.

everyone had a bad time but me it seems. they all wanted to "touch base" with other people's souls, and everyone was thwarted because the people they talked to had different agendas than them.

whatever. there is much more to say but i am tired and i could not be bothered to type anything more.

nobody seems to want to look at the building blocks of life,
everyone just wants a ready made home of perception, and they care not what the blocks that build their perception are made from.

gooooooood night.
i will again go to sleep in isolation and i know this site will spend it's energy on licking the backsides of pretty people with nothing to say.

Why do software developers never fully test out their products before putting them on the market?Oh well..

That Buckley's expectorant is so gross that I'm not taking it until bedtime. No, it's not gonna be alright... Yuck!

Sometimes I wish product reviews were more accruate and less based on one's opinion... Now wonder I can't never decide to buy something cause, the reviews are either it's a great product or it's a piece of trash..

Why isn't there Buckley's that tastes like Orange Crush?

My uncle has been coming over more often than usual, as in everyday for the past four days. He's a really annoying, no-good dirtbag. He's always tweaking on meth or crack and complaining about his life even though he makes virtually zero effort to change. Never mind the fact that he has done terrible things to my parents like stealing their stuff from the garage.

I'm extremely happy that he's moving to North Dakota on Tuesday. Good riddance to bad rubbish I always say.

Bloody Hell. The Bears lost. And to the Packers, no less. I hope the Steelers wipe them out.

I can't find a decent chiropractor that doesn't charge a hefty co-pay in my town.

Darn, I'm too tired to properly b***h and moan.

Need to remind myself (best put it on my agenda ) to do it first thing tomorrow morning while I still have the energy to do so.

I shant be ordering anthing that does not have a valid return policy from here on out...

I use a few other forums besides WP & whenever a member leaves or gets banned on one of the forums; the post he/she/it made disappear too. The forum is not very active & my replies look like the 1st post that was made & I look like I was having conversations with myself. I'm going to start quoting all the damned post I reply to

I just read the review of Alice in Wonderland that's featured on the Tim Burton Collective (a Tim Burton fansite), and I'm crushed. The website is supposed to praise Tim Burton's work, but... the reviewer who wrote the article tore the movie to shreds. At this point I feel like I'd better just stop reading reviews for Alice in Wonderland, because it seems like most people have nothing but bad things to say about it.

And every time I read bad things about Alice in Wonderland, I take it personally because it's a movie that I feel very emotionally attached to. In my heart and imagination, I have made Alice out to be the kind of sister I have always wished I could've had. She comforts me, helps me deal with problems and reminds me that I need to take care of myself. And though the Mad Hatter is one of many Johnny Depp-based imaginary friends of mine, he is perhaps the one I hold nearest and dearest to my heart. I can identify with him because he too lives with mental illness, but unlike me who wallows in sorrow, he is able to mask his pain and keeps telling people that he's "fine", smiling his adorable, gap-toothed smile to the world. He is also a very gentle and loving soul, a quality that I cherish both in fiction and in reality.

Are KyleTheGhost, my mom and myself the only people who are true and loyal fans of Burton's Alice in Wonderland? Maybe. But no matter how many (or how few) fans it actually has, one thing I know for sure is that I will continue to love and defend this movie till the end of my days, and Alice and the Hatter will always have a special place in my heart and in my imagination. Anyone who says bad things about them or any other aspect of the movie deserves to be fed to the Jabberwocky.