Autism Information Highway
Autism Information Highway
Me: *falling alseep*
My brain: “The first notes of the Miraculous Ladybug theme song are the same as John Cena’s”
My homework is way too lit
This winter is cold, and like the earth it calls me to sleep, i grow tired and seek the warmth of slumber that can not last for as long as I please. I struggle to move through this, but on hands and knees i inch forward reasting here and there waiting for the sunlight of spring to reawaken these cold bones
Me: *has a moment of free time*
My brain: UNACCEPTABLE. We must be productive at ALL TIMES.
Me: *works myself into the ground*
My brain: UNACCEPTABLE. I’M TIRED AND UNHAPPY. WE MUST REST.
Me: *takes some time to rest*
My brain: UNACCEPTABLE.
My brain: Let’s imagine each character from the MCU portrayed by Jim Carrey.
me at cvs: ok, we’re here to pick up our prescription and grab a gallon of milk, we are NOT going to wander around the makeup aisle for three hours and spend money on makeup we don’t need
my brain: hhhhhhh,,,libstik
Me: OH MY GOD I WANT A GIRLFRIEND
Still Me: *has never been in a relationship* *is a disaster bi* * never even kissed anyone* *has turned boys down* *not mentally stable* *doesnt want to date until college* *is demisexual* *not currently interested in or building a foundation with anyone*
My Brain: Boi
Why, why WHY do you sTiLL,,,, AFTER ABOUT FIVE YEARS in the interesting part of the internet,,,, still need three seconds to process what “poc” means and then ANOTHER TWO to reassure yourself that it is infact NOT “pov” WHY, GODSDAMNIT ? are you, like purposefully being a could-be-racist ?? the frick ?
Sincerely hoping this stops, because I am not content living it
I’m bi assed
I’m bi ass
I’m bi and I have an ass
My brain: don’t be so awkward.
Me: *awkwardness increases*
Sentient legs with their own arms
Me: Right, Brain: we need to spend a few hours preparing Raymond’s Nemesis for release at the end of this month. We don’t have much time, so it has to be done now.
Brain: Or … not …? Hey, look: a distraction!
Me: Brain, no! Not now! Work! Come on, I know we’re a bit tired and not feeling our best, but we will be in major trouble later if we don’t get this done NOW. It’s time to FOCUS.
Brain: Yeah, uh-huh … Oooh, look: another distraction!
Brain: <mumbles> No focus no focus don’ wanna focus noooo …
Me: We have coffee, we have music, and we have no excuses. Manuscript. Now.
Brain: <pouting> I thought writing was supposed to be fun …
Me: It is fun. It’s also torture and misery and self-inflicted hardship. We deal with it and we get it done. We suffer for our art, because art is worth suffering for. We spend hours mentally flagellating ourselves for the sake of a completed story, achieving ever more complex and demanding victories, so that we may go on to ever greater heights – scaling each mountain for the triumph of reaching the peak, but also because the trek itself enables us to climb yet higher mountains; wringing tears from the depths of our souls that we may wring tears from the souls of others, in the hope that in so doing we shall bring something to those others – some solace or thrill or understanding – that they could attain no other way —
Brain: OH FINE WHATEVER JUST SHUT UP.
Because they’re dark under the surface and you can only see a little bit of them, but when they surface, they’re always huge, and came up from the deep.
My brain: talk or you won’t get friends
Also my brain: STOP TALKING!ABORT! ABORT! THEY JUST REALIZED HOW ANNOYING YOU ARE!
am i procrastinating? probably.
idk just.. why. I wonder how youre feeling about this since I told you. was it weird? was it awkward. omg are you gonna act different next time we meet up. please no. i hope not. i dont think so. i wouldnt think you would but.. ugh what if like. nope dont go there. but hugs. i cant live without your hugs… :(:(
so like… consensus: everyone thinks i like you…
wait does this even matter if you dont like me?!?! like why am i wasting my time on this then. oh yeah cuz my brain is illogical. qbeglrivzajntfwc5rlsdjekakvwtehilrsgofdsp;