Sigh. Just sigh.
You try being constantly bombarded with obnoxious smells, sensations, sounds, contact, and getting exhausted
and then being all sweetness and light for people who don’t bother to actually say what they mean, or mean what they say.
You try having some ethics and logic in the midst of lying sacks of sh*t who only want to get laid… not actually contribute something to the betterment of the world. And no, your spawn does not count as a “contribution”. We’ve got too many of them, already.
You try building the world around you, only to have opportunistic predators push you out of the way, kick you out of the world you designed and built from the ground up, out of the sheer imagination and inventiveness of Autistic minds…
I mean, it’s the ultimate irony, that non-autistic folks use the internet to perpetrate their cluelessness. Idjits. We actually built it to counteract your… um… deficits.
To no avail.
I’m tired, tonight. Can you tell?
Non-autistic antics have worn me out. And there’s no relief in sight.
And people wonder why we melt down in public.
Look in the mirror. Living in the midst of all the self-consumed, perfume-wearing, nonsense-driveling, non-autistic drones would drive any sensitive person to uncontrollable wailing on a regular basis.
The only difference between the kids who do melt down in public, and me, is that I’ve had half a century to learn how to not do that.
I have no idea why I even wrote this.
I doubt it will do any good.