Daily Archives: August 19, 2015

I think I am an Aspie

So, as I mentioned in my last post, I know it’s not confirmed that I have Asperger’s Syndrome, but I’ve done the research, and I’ve taken the handy dandy online tests, and suffice it to say, I’m convinced. I probably need to go to someone who’s trained in diagnosis, but I can see the signs, and frankly, I feel better just knowing that it’s possible.

The irony is that I only ever started looking it up because my mother was convinced that the Boy was an Aspie. After doing the research, I’m not as convinced he is, but I feel convinced I definitely am. For one thing, he gets sarcasm way better than I do, and makes fun of me when I take things too literally. It’s why I had so much trouble with his guy friends who exist in a world of sarcasm.

Obviously I get simile and metaphor and whatnot… I just have to be in a place for such things, like when I’m writing and I know I don’t mean it literally, or when I’m watching a comedy show and am prepared for sarcasm and slapstick humor.

Although… my need to take things literally would explain why I am so uncomfortable watching things where the characters should feel embarrassment, yet don’t. I understand on a literal level how wrong whatever they are doing is, and it bothers me. Hence movies like Meet the Fockers and anything with Will Ferrell in it is really unpleasant for me.  Continue reading I think I am an Aspie

Time… What to do with it?

Sometimes I get really focused on certain pieces of my life. It’s one of the things I’ve always struggled with, but never understood why it was so difficult for me and not for other people. When I was younger, in my wild and exploratory college days, I tried to explain it to people: it’s like there are 2 of me, the me that handles the mundane, real world, and the me that deals with spiritual stuff. Most of the time, I feel like my spiritual self gets in the way of my real self.

I don’t manage time well. Or things like money. They aren’t real to me. Time can’t exist because we perceive it differently depending on the situation, or on the people with whom we surround ourselves. It can be fleeting, or it can fly, or it can drag on. It’s completely subjective and therefor must not be real. Continue reading Time… What to do with it?