Do you ever find that living with the blessings of high functioning Autism, is like craps. Now I've never acutally played Craps before as I'm not sure of the rules. 21 for instance is more of my forte. Anyways, from what I observe of this game, rollers may occasionally go on a winning stroll. They may occasionally win large sums of money, but this is very random. Some days I find myself having a very atypical good run of luck, amiss bad luck. But it's very streaky and very random. No matter how hard I prepair for it. It seems that I'm attached to the Pat Sajack wheel of fortune. Some periods I have it, MOST periods I suck. People see the "S" times as said by Mr Borat. And as him. I remember mostly those S times.
Anyways for example, say I'm playing volleyball, of course it's quite impossible for me to judge where that SO Ball is going to land, I miss, and I lose the "olympic round robin", (or to those little grade 6-9 spaz heads anyways). Then there are days where I'm serving perfectly. Or things in my head seem to fire on the right nerve, I say something brilliant. (obviously not in here of course heh). I don't know what possessed me to say such a creative thing, and yet I can't replicate or duplicate the circumstances that led me to have a good day. Then it's the "you had a bad day song" for like 364 days of the year, leaving 1 good kind of a situation.
It's like drinking the "Luck potion" on Harry Potter, (where he gets really high stumbles on to Hagrid's funeral with professor Slughorn.), with extreme luck but it wears off.
And I find it's a total crap shoot. *rolls dice* come on Daddy needs a new pair of shoes. Snake eyes!