Soliloquist wrote:
Such an engaging story that needed to be shared.
of course, nobody is really fit to objectively determine clearly subjective characteristics and traits of a story, such as its depth, level of engagement with the reader and its worth to other people among a broad spectrum, especially on an internet forum for people with autism and other neurodiverse individuals, who are bound to have interests and tastes all across the board. whether or not something should be shared, whether they are posts on an innocuous internet forum or epic works of prose or nonfiction, is always up for debate .
still, i appreciate that people are brave enough to take a position and stand by them.
if i may expand on my previous remark, the Stan i knew was a rather tall, well built man with short black hair and equally dark facial hair, often wearing sunglases. he appeared to be in his 30s, perhaps his 40s, and was employed at the school when i enrolled in 2003 for the first grade, but sometime before the 6th grade promotion in 2009, he left for reasons i can not know. he had a nickname for me, "mimi", which was also used by the head of the AHA program at the school whom i also believe was a custodian if i remember correctly. he did his job well from what i gather.
details from this part of my life are rather fuzzy, as i generally paid attention to nothing and devoted a lot of time to being a total spaz. i believe he lived in a rather large two story house, on the hill just south of the school, which led me to wonder why someone who must obviously have a large income to afford such a place (rent here is prohibitively expensive), would choose to work as a janitor for an elementary school. unless, of course, the house belongs to his family and he is living with them, or he splits the cost with a bunch of roommates.
i just found the whole thing curious and a bit suspicious. then again, it may have been a mere rumor...something i've always been very vulnerable to.
i was i junior high when my mother told me he passed away, and while i never really had any extensive interactions with he guy outside of the "mimi" greetings, it genuinely affected me, knowing that someone who was a constant for a large portion of my short life was now forever gone, and the feeling was exacerbated by his relatively young age at passing. my suspicion is that drugs or automobile collisions are to blame.
anyway, i appreciate that you went to the trouble to look for an abby shapiro reaction image to complement my current avatar, but i'm sure that'll look weird once i inevitably change my avatar to something completely unrelated and your window for post editing disappears.
OP, i don't know who your stan is, nor do i understand how you expect to find someone you met once on a park on a website he had never likely heard of before, and never ended up checking out... but i hope you find your stan. and i hope he lives a good and full life.
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הייתי צוללת עכשיו למים
הכי, הכי עמוקים
לא לשמוע כלום
לא לדעת כלום
וזה הכל אהובי, זה הכל.