Whats your most recent ASD moment?

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Not really an ASD thing because even NTs don't understand trolling either. I know some people do it because they are board and have no life and suffer from depression or because they let themselves get influenced so they want to try it. Some also do it to blow off steam.

i took this song literally. i really thought it was about whistling...
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rsycEBd5IoY[/youtube]
my ten year old sister had to explain the meaning of the song and, in particular, the phrase "blow my whistle".

i was too particular about the way i wanted my hamburger to be prepared.

cashier: hi! what would you like?
me: can i have a hamburger with egg and cheese and extra onions with barbecue sauce and no beetroot please?

cashier : (wrote it down) sure!

me: and can the egg be soft?

her: yes sure.

me: by soft i do not mean i want the yolk runny, i mean halfway between runny and firm.

her: (added that request to her note); yep. sure.

me: and i also no not want too much lettuce, and i need the lettuce to be fully dry before being placed on the bun.

her: uh huh.

me: and if the yolk of the egg winds up eccentric to the center of the albumen,, can you place the egg on the burger with the yolk closest to the opening of the wrapper after you package the hamburger?

her:....uhh sorry?

me: well i may not eat the whole hamburger, and when i eat a hamburger, i always rip open the packet slightly and use the paper bag as a holder for the burger, and i never take the burger fully out of the paper bag and hold it with my bare hands, so if i tire of the hamburger before i get to the yolk, then...

man behind me: christ!! !

her: yes yes ok. (and then she cut the conversation and gave the slip of paper (which she had no room to write my requests on without laborious miniaturization of her writing) to the cook).


i think people were becoming exasperated, but later i wondered if i had just left it to chance, would my burger have been prepared the way i wanted it?

^ You are my new idol!

I am lucky if I can even get the words our to order a burger (especially if there are other people around) ... no wonder I don't like burgers... I never get them made the way I want!

I have made some progress on this in restauarant situations and can usually order my food myself now and can also ask for an extra glass of tap water with my drink. In a quiet restaurant I was even able to ask for my smoothie to be made without orange juice the other week .... Surprised myself.

But fast food places or noisy restaurants make me freeze up completely...

i mentally prepare my scripted order in the 5 minutes it takes me to drive from home to the shop. when i get to the shop, nothing can prevent me from issuing my order to the precise letter of my script. i can not think "on the fly" (i never rode on a fly (they are too weak to support me i would think (joke?)), and so i can not deviate from what i have pre-scripted to say when i get there. if they say anything that is unrelated to my script, i ignore it and strenuously force the conversation back to my original script.

eventually they learn what i like and they like me, but i have only lived in this area for 6 months, and i have utilized that shop about 8 times so far, so they are not exquisitely familiar with me.

i think there should be a thread which asks "what was you're worst ASD moment in your life".

if ever there becomes a thread of that nature i will not reply to it because i will say now what the worst ASD moment(s) of my life was.

when my nephew died, my sisters and father were distraught (especially the sister that was the mother of my nephew), and i had to go to the funeral at a crematorium.

when i got there, my sister (the mother of the nephew) wanted to hug me like she hugged others, and i felt that she would not get any succor from a "hug" from me so i decided to go to the toilet when it was my turn to hug her. people noticed that i went to the toilet everytime it was time for me to hug someone or provide "healing" words.

then, during the funeral service inside the church, i noticed an hilarious mistake in the laying of the carpet in the church. there were 5 wide rolls of carpet that covered the floor, and they were all matched except for the middle roll which was laid back to front. i became mirthful at the wrong time, and people started looking at me with contempt, so i went outside and expelled my welled up laughter about the carpet debacle and i was followed out by my brother in law who told me i must shut up and collect my senses and go back into the church.

i did, but i could not contain my laughter at the carpet (and the associated imagination of the buffoons that laid it)


later on, when the mourners were again outside the church, i noticed what i thought was a failed property development. there seemed to be many letter boxes on a near by hill, and i presumed that the letter boxes were built before the intended block of units that were applicable to them, and i commented to my brother in law that "they should have built those letter boxes after the block of units", because it was a waste of money considering that the block of units they were relevant to did not eventuate.

i was then told that they were not letterboxes but cremation urn walls where people stored the ashes of their loved ones, and i went quiet. i then decided to go home because i did not understand all the angst and i could not console anyone.

i was never forgiven for my behavior that day.

I don't know if this is appropriate, but I found your story very funny, especially the part with the wrong carpeting. But I'm sorry your folks got upset with your behaviour.

was your previous post in relation to mine? (where you said something like "you are my new ????") ?.

i am sorry i did not reply to your earlier post if it was directed to my earlier post.

i can not explain why i became embroiled with laughter about the carpet, but it just seemed to me like a short episode of "the three stooges" where i had to mentally fill in the circumstances that led to the back to front laying of the middle strip of carpet, and every circumstance that occurred to me was hilariously stupid and i could not suppress my laughter with only my tongue pressing hard against my soft palate, and i had to go outside.

i wish that no one else noticed.

Yes my previous post was referring to you. I made the ^ sign, which meant I was referring to the post directly above me.

I totally relate to finding something funny in the most unexpected situation and not being able to repress laughter. Happened to me before, but I have learnt a trick to stopping the laughter when I really have to because I get scared when people are cross with me.

So the trick is to have a very sad, depressing memory or thought prepared and every time I need to, I bring up this memory and it kills any humour instantly.

I'm staying with my father at the moment til I get myself sorted with work and money. We were doing some spring cleaning and my dad was giving me instructions. He knows I need everything laid out step by step so that I'll do exactly what he needs. Anyway...

Dad: I want you to clean the toilet

Me: Toilet? Sure

Dad: When I say clean the toilet I mean everything.

Me: Everything?

Dad: Toilet, sink, bath, clean the tiles, sweep and wash the floor...

Me: Couldn't you say clean the bathroom instead?

Dad (Gives me a funny look): I mean it. Do it properly. I want it gleaming. When I walk in there I want to be blinded.

Me: (giving weird look) Blinded?

Dad: Yes, I want to be blinded when I go in to check

Me; (Silently in my head) That CANNOT mean what I think it means can it?

I spent nearly 20 minutes obsessing over what he meant before someone explained that when he said he wanted to be blinded he meant he wanted the floor, tiles, bath and toilet clean and shining.

Why can't NTs say what they mean?

Funny your dad knows you need detailed instructions but doesn't know you don't like metaphors.

And I find it quite funny how he wants it cleaned so perfect that it gleams and blinds lol.

This probably isn't an aspie thing, but an absent-mindedness thing, but I just wanted to share it.

I am working on my course essay right now (and occasionally checking in here because I don't really want to write my essay). And I just went into the kitchen to pour myself a glass of soda because I'm thirsty.

After pouring it, I walked back out to my desk and sat down. Then I started to pick up my glass to drink my soda but noticed that the glass wasn't on my desk. So I looked in the kitchen and it was sitting there.



I think my mind was occupied with my essay as well as ASD topics and didn't have room for processing stupid mundane stuff.

Yeah lol. He never...really bothered to try and understand AS. So...it's something we clash about sometimes

Aww that's sad. I wish he'd try and understand.

Me too. The AS part only came up in the past year or so. He always assumed before this that I'd just eventually....I dunno...grow up and grow out of all my quirks. Knowing I'll never be like other NTs can be hard

But he does support me. He just doesn't really understand Aspergers fully. He knows I have communication issues and don't understand social issues but...not a lot about the other stuff