Greentea wrote:
I used to hate weekends because they were the (flunked) test of my social success. Ever since I haven't had social success expectations from myself, and since I work for a living and not because it's my hobby, I enjoy the freedom of the weekend. I can smoke when I please rather than during the breaks; I can be my Aspie self and not fret about being found out. I can wear something comfortable and comforting instead of work clothes. I can go out or stay in as I please, move around instead of being stuck in one place till the clock lets me go. I can daydream without having to force myself back to reality.
Weekends are nice since you can do what you want and not have to worry about pleasing anyone.
I never cared about the social stuff and in fact, I didn't consider not going out on a Saturday night a failure. In fact, I preferred staying in since local TV stations often showed cheesy SF movies and Dr. Who on Saturday nights. If I didn't have that stuff to watch, there was always the shortwave radio to listen to, later the computer to dial up BBSes on and the ham radio to talk on.
During my 1st 2 years of college though, I often got dragged to football games by my sister because she all of a sudden decided she wanted to go to them and my parents pressured me to go with her so she wouldn't have to go by herself. I hated all that noise and was often bored out of my mind, and had to deal with her friends whom I had nothing in common with. I was so glad when she finally left home and I was free again to stay hom on Saturday night and do what I wanted to do.
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PrisonerSix
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30 Sep 2008, 2:56 pm
