I bought a 72 "gold" duster off the show room floor. I didn't get the big v-8, I knew I'd kill myself in it. I got the big slant 6, heavy duty auto tranny. Little did I know about the power I had gotten. I got clocked doing 120 in a 55, they let me go with a 75 in a 55. People still don't understand how I survived the end of that car. I had suicide on my mind that evening, but it wasn't an intentional, point and aim. Call it drunkin reflexes to having over steered. Which was just the slow suicide road. That got fixed later.
School what a horror. Real jobs, what a horror. Obsessions, what a joy, errr, mostly. Eye contact, depends, depends on what I'm talking about. But I can appear to be looking at them just fine, but am I really? The older I have gotten the harder it gets, to get my act together again to go out into that other world. Gather my coping skills, which come and go, according to the stresses. Knowing that I very well may be aspie, well, I'm self DXed, no card here, but I seem to fit. Self DX, what a huge gulp of fresh air. Life all of a sudden made sense, past and present. If you have come here looking for that one mold you fit, forget it, we're all different, just have a common label. Some have a problem with a label. I don't, I've been called worse and will get called worse, it just floats over my head, I have no time for that s**t.
Early sc-fi Now you be talkin. I don't read much anymore, just net blips. Didn't know I was deslexic, that I was lucky to have read as much as I did. Even if it was an odd way to do it.
Any how, roam a bit, many great folks here. No need to be shy, hell, we beat you to that one. Just jump in where it fits and if it doesn't fit, make one that does. And welcome home.
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Just enjoy what you do, as best you can, and let the dog out once in a while.