That's right: air ducts. From as far back as I can remember, I have been fascinated with air ducts, the system by which warmed or cooled air moves from the air conditioner or furnace to the vents dispersed throughout a building. I've actually drawn blueprints of the air duct system in my house; it was fun! I also have blueprints of a few famous buildings; but, with national security the way it is these days, it can be hard to get a hold of them now. Nevertheless, I still have blueprints for a few well-known buildings in Chicago; New York; and Washington, D.C.; and I'm not getting rid of them any time soon!
When I was younger, I had this stim of putting my face over the vent as it blew out freshly conditioned air. The exhilaration I felt was almost too much for words: It was as if every cell of my skin would, for that brief moment, come alive and sing! I really don't know why I've given up that rush; maybe I just grew out of it. I know some aspies and autties would just like to stair at the vent without ever feeling the sensation of different-temperatured air on their skin; they don't know what they're missing!
Anyway, I've never mentioned this stereotyped and restricted pattern of interest of mine before because I never thought it would be of any interest to anyone else; my parents always groaned when I talked about it for minutes at a time. Now, inspired by other recent posts, I feel comfortable coming out of my shell, so to speak, to post my true feelings about air ducts. I implore you to share your deepest concerns about the wonders of air ducts here, too. Please, don't be shy, friends.