Curse you, Bazza, and all your chicken stealing, kilt clad convict ancestors.
Just when I had decided aspergers wasn't so bad, just when I had steeled myself to walk with dignity up the gallows steps to face death by celibacy. Just when I found the courage to spit in the face of my cruel neurological destiny...
You had to post that link. I didn't get far at all, and it all came back.
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Hilda had worked as an administrator when her father was alive, but when the company closed and he died, she did not seek further work. She carried on living in the family home, which became more and more neglected. Hilda enjoyed novels, and was reading Tolstoy's War and Peace when the author met her, but she did not know who to contact to change a broken light fitting or how to change it herself. So she read by candlelight. Her neighbors thought her weird, and the various doctors who saw her found her uncooperative.
Hilda, Hilda, I love you, I've loved you through lifetimes. I sought you when the heavy flint axehead split open the skull of the sabertooth.
And the time before that, when we first climbed down from the trees when the African forests were dying in the Miocene drought and we chose to take our chances, primates on the ground.
Hilda, I love you more than ancient ecosystems, more than mass extinction events, more than the origin of life itself. I swear my undying devotion. I'll love you till next Tuesday, and perhaps even beyond.
But maybe...maybe Hilda's here, lurking on wrong planet. Hilda, send me a PM, we can go prospecting. You can sleep alone in the tent if you're asexual.
As long as I can watch the dirt swirl in the water in your pan, and you can tell me four hundred pages of convoluted plot as I shovel the dark red earth.
Work tomorrow? Sleep? How can I sleep, knowing Hilda's out there, reading War and Peace by candlelight beneath a broken light bulb?
You had to post that link.
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They murdered boys in Mississippi. They shot Medgar in the back.
Did you say that wasn't proper? Did you march out on the track?
You were quiet, just like mice. And now you say that we're not nice.
Well thank you buddy for your advice...
-Malvina