release me, you venemous succubus

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Hi my names just me and I'm addictied to wrong planet.


But seriously
I love this place I have to visit at least once a day.

Well you understand yourself better than you did when you came here, don't you? You have had experiences that you can share with younger minds that are still early in their struggle to make sense of their lives? Someone once told me, after the sophmore year in college there's really nothing left to learn, except about one's self.

I'm obcesses with AS in general now... I'm not even official... but whatever I have, I relate to the people here and I'm convinced I'm not an NT, I can't be. Now I'm posting here more than on my regular obcession's sites... oh my.

To be honest, I'm on here a lot to see if I get that Phoenix ranking, then I'll probably leave.
I also enjoy beating you people over the head with the straight-up facts of life that you conviently ignore.

I guess I'll stay till I'm banned.

Why do you enjoy it? What do you get out of it?

Says the guy with the research library job and a girlfriend.

*Encased now in physical reality, things fully comprehended, raises the pick handle to break up the composition of the dirt rock matrix enough to allow the insertion of a shovel. The left hand stays fixed at the base of the handle. The right hand, higher up, initiates the motion and slides back toward the left as the circular course of the weighted point progresses toward the gray rocks locked in pale brown clay.

The trick is just to guide the thing, using as little effort as possible. Momentum, after all, is mass times velocity, so the contribution of muscle force is insignificant, but maximizing velocity beyond a certain point diminishes accuracy at hitting the intended strike point.

You gotta use physics more and more as age reduces the strength of the muscles. Looking at the hot blue sky above the rocky hilltops, CanyonWind contemplates the inevitable coming day when the muscles will no longer adequately serve. Wonders when he's going to outgrow a condition you don't outgrow. Young aspies become old aspies.

Few more hours and I'll go home. Sit around alone, fix something to eat, drink grape juice, try to sort out what went on in the long period that used to be called the Precambrian. Maybe read some forgotten poetry. Probably stop by wrongplanet since I haven't outgrown the need for human contact, having been born into the brain of a group living primate.*

Okay class, today's lesson; How to Avoid Ending Up Like Me.

Uh, not sure what I could have done that would have made a difference. Guess that's all.

Girlfriend?! Where?!

The fact that I actually could be teaching someone something.
Some of you have interesting things to say while Canyon Boy over there whines about his lack of a life.
TRAITOR4THEWIN!! !! !

Well, even if that's true, that's okay too.

There are people here in need of support, and there are people here offering support.

I joined for advice on AS but stayed for general support. And in turn help others where I can.

I love helping, it makes me feel happy to see others get better. It gives me hope for my own situation.

Do you feel you will end up like Candy (Of Mice and Men)? That's the image I'm getting , except no other people about on the ranch/farm to talk to

Ulp. Guess I got my facts wrong. Thought you said something about that a while back. Gee, and I thought that was all uplifting and inspiring and all.

Hey, remember back in the late sixties, when the political system included hecklers?

Worked with a couple of bikers years ago, so I never got used to that internet video game kid's interpretation of the acronym FTW.

Bazza, I never read Steinbeck. Guess I probably should, since I gotta have an aussie telling me about american culture.

Oh, maybe virtual girlfriends. Yeah, I got lots of those.

Feeling deeply disturbed, pondering the danger of drawing conclusions based on incorrect facts. Simple principle, but not always easily avoided.

Reconsidering other things too, like jobs I've had in the past, trapped beneath a roof, deprived of the endless loving embrace of the sky.

There's a song in the muscles, and this body's probably got some years still left before I have to crawl into some concrete cave.

And being able to think about whatever I feel like thinking about while I'm working.

Don't see any reason to demand absolute consistency of myself. Given the complexities of existence as a human, it wouldn't be too realistic to expect progress to be endlessly upward, like a jet taking off. Jets have limited fuel anyway, so despite appearances, their smooth uninterrupted upward sweep is actually just temporary.

Oh well, maybe society needed a technical manual on swinging a pick.

Everyone's who's not temporarily or permanently disabled is just temporarily able.

Bit late with the reply...been away.

Yes, I do understand myself better now than when I first came here. But regarding how to cope in NT society etc. well, I still struggle. I've just stopped beating myself up about it so much. It's not that I wouldn't like to help, but I'm always wary of giving advice to the younger members. For one reason, I think people find their own way through situations, once they have a little confidence in themselves. (That is where message boards are helpful I think).

Also, at fora you may get many differing opinions. For the more AS (I include myself in this category), all the different voices become a cacophony sometimes. I don't want to add to it.
I'm not saying that some members here aren't very good at giving advice. They are natural teachers. But I'm not. I could only ever say 'this worked for me', but it might be completely the wrong thing for someone else. You see; I tie myself up in ethical knots!