The Dino-Aspie Cafe (for Those 40+... or feeling creaky)

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Thanks! There will be a plate of biscuits by the fridge; help yourself.

I'm 56, self-diagnosed, on a long long long waiting list for Dx.

I owe it to WP that I know who I am and what I am. Life was awful until then. I was diagnosed with everything. My family laughed at me when they weren't angry. I grew up knowing two things: Conform or die! Also get a job. I couldn't do either for very long.

Hands the Yowler those long wooden slitted dowels to slide the newspapers into and knocks together a wooden hanger by the Muffin Rack.


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in this world of froth and bubble
two things stand like stone;
kindness in another's trouble
courage in your own

Thanks for putting the C&H cartoon back. I laughed 'til I cried. Not at the cartoon, but at its provenance.

BTW When does the floor show start?

(BTW = "By The Way"... hardly much of an abbreviation at all, so why do we bother forcing people not "in the know" to have to go away an look it up? AGIDC I think I'll stop using them. And yes, I made it up, after giving it due consideration, or did I?)

Yes, we should have some talented elder ASpie strumming some folkie ballads ! !!

Okay, come on now, Dinos...

We're old, not DEAD! How about a punk floor show? A racy one?

DD

the room grows dim,
the spot comes up,
the young crone steps up to the mike.


This is a little something I wrote today when I was thinking of somthing else.

I have a little secret I wear upon my face
I keep it very near to me in a most convenient place.
I hope you do not guess it, you might take me to task
I take it out and put it on, it's my "normal" NT mask!

It keeps the world from pressing in; it makes me look like you!
I wear it so easily you won’t believe that it's not true
I laugh and nod and make my mouth do what passes for a smile
I walk and talk and do the stuff that makes me rank and file.

But underneath the artifice, I am bored with all your talk.
Your gossip and your ‘he said-she said’; at all of this I balk!
You're constantly rattling on about the very least of things
your husband's warts, your baby's farts, your last romantic fling.

I’m sure it’s very interesting, and I tilt my head just so
I don’t want to be left out, so I put on the show.
After all should I decide to let my Aspie out?
I could bore you too to tears, and thought of as a lout.

So when you’re on and on about the rights of "people of the pod*"
and force your strict conformity on politics, style, and God.
Mind games you play with no regard for innocence or youth
you're quick to point with fingers gnarled at what you see as 'Truth.’

But I bear it all with stoicism, and onward do I march
to keep lock step with all of you when inwardly I lurch
you rub me wrong, you irritate, you scrape my nerve ends raw
you constantly regale me with what you did and saw

So if I inwardly rebel against the draw of luck
and stifle yelling to your face, “you idiot! you suck!”
and out from the mask cracks the rebellion wells and oozes
pardon me, in the genetic crap shoot; you are the bunch of losers.



Thank you, thank you very much

steps down out of the spot.

· (Pod people) obscure reference to “Invasion of the Body Snatchers” a black and white 1956 American Science Fiction Movie
· poetic license, so shoot me!

Applause, cheers, clapping, stomping, hats thrown in air (rats, I'll have to buy one to do that), ticker tape parade scheduled for tomorrow.

Phew! I think that covers it.

All right, all right! Everybody, please give it up for Sinsboldly!

We'll be having another original performance here at the Hans Asperger Center Stage later tonight. Hope you're all enjoying yourselves. Don't forget to ask your servbot for one of our specials. I recommend the Death by Chocolate Double Fudge Brownies with homemade vanilla ice cream. It's my favorite.

I knew I felt at home here, but after that I know I'm home. Thanks Sinboldly, I could only dream of being that clever!
damocles

Poetry Slam at the Dino Cafe!

Rock ON, SinsBoldly!

See...I KNEW we all still had some fire down below.

I toss off my sensible shoes and boogie to your beat, cat!

DD

During the intermission:

There once was an Aspie named Laurence,
Who viewed all contact with abhorrence.
At wrong planet he
was provided with tea,
cake, biscuits, and oodles of tolerance.

Sinsboldly, may I copy this and put it on my fridge?
damocles

the fridge is the ONLY place for it, damocles

Prof_Pretorius opined:
"it helps to have an NT mask handy."
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I would like to thank the Professor for the inspiration of my poem.

I was rather shocked myself at the result of his casual observation.

Merle

sinsboldly, that was bloody beautiful ! !!

I was referring to a Pink Floyd song from the Final Cut album.

You should definitely set that to music ! ! Wot a talent ! !! (Be still my ASoie heart ! !)