I sit here and I think about how it’s Thanksgiving and before it got here, maybe I had hoped that a strange and out-of-the-ordinary enthusiasm might strike me. But….it hasn’t. It’s like, that’s what I’m always waiting for. I sit here and think about the Native Americans and what happened to them and what is still happening all over the the world and again, another year where I just don’t care about this holiday. Or Christmas.
But I don’t want my family to think that I don’t love them by not participating. Even though I’m quiet most of the time at gatherings and feel awkward. I don’t want them to feel like I don’t care, even though...I don’t. I don’t agree with society and the way it is. I don’t agree with the pressure that goes along with holidays. Or how you are seen strangely or people feel sorry for you when you say you don’t care about Christmas. Like, you don’t like Christmas so there must be A HUGE GAPING VOID WITHIN YOU THAT MUST BE HEALED! MWAH!
Yeah, holidays...I wish I still got excited about them. But I don’t. Not even Halloween, really. Nothing. I get more excited about a full moon than I do about a “holiday”.
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Your Aspie score: 177 of 200
Your neurotypical (non-autistic) score: 38 of 200
You are very likely an Aspie
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