So I drove 1.75 hours to a disability center's monthly social meetup, hoping some autistic people would be there, as I'm always very keen on meeting autistic people since my late diagnosis last year. Didn't learn till I got there it'd be "popsicles, ice cream and karoake."
I got there very early (thought it was sooner than it actually was), and I kind of thought the desk man was kidding. I left to do some shopping, then returned to a room full of people with various disabilities; we all intro'd ourselves and I said I'm autistic hoping others there were autistic. Only one said he was (PDD).
Then after the intro's, the karaoke got set up, and I realized, Damn, he wasn't kidding.
I can't think of a more useless way to spend my time than watch/listen to people who can't sing to save their life.
The setup was a big screen where lyrics were projected, then the music, and the "singer" would "sing" off the screen.
It astounds me how people could find this entertaining. When I say "can't sing to save their life," I MEAN it. I, too, can't sing, which is why I'd never do it in front of people and make a fart of myself.
Do not these adults realize they CANNOT SING? It's not a matter of opinion. A person with reasonable intelligence can recognize when someone has absolutely NO singing skills. These people were worse than the ones who get the buzzer on those "Got Talent" shows.
They were all NT except that one guy, but the PDD guy was enjoying it all.
Karaoke bars are very popular, and my NT niece loves them. What am I missing here? What do people get out of watching others, especially complete strangers, make a fool of themselves on stage? The weird thing is that, at least the ones I witnessed, they actually seem to think they could sing.
Again, anyone should be able to tell when someone can't sing. For instance I grew up listening to my father's church choirs he conducted, and someone was always singing solo: nice voices with a vibrato and perfect pitch and carrying a tune. Even the "worst" rock and pop singers could sing circles around these karaoke people.
The singers' disabilities were NOT related to low intelligence. They included seizure disorder, cererbral palsy, stroke, tremor disorder and blindness. Ones who didn't sing but loved it all had blindness, physical ailments, and one said she stuttered. I was bored out of my mind and REFUSED to mask. I didn't clap for any one of these people (to do so would've been masking), even though everyone else (or it seemed like it) did.
The guy who was managing the audio and screen setup kept looking at me all throughout. I didn't look back but I could see peripherally he was doing this; nobody was behind me. The way my chair was positioned, it was only ME he kept looking at. He had mild CP but normal cognition but was obviously stumped that not everyone likes karaoke. A little mind-opening was in order for him. I refused to mask on a fake smile and pretend I was enjoying this nonsense. I was full-on Vulcan all throughout, which felt natural for me. The event was 2-3:30. I quietly left at 3:10 between setups. Should've left way sooner.
To each his own, I guess, but I'll bet that nearly every karaoke enthusiast in this world is an NT. Or am I wrong? Dayum.