ProxyAmenRa
Here to bring back the love!
They said I had high functioning autism. 0_O
Who? Lemme at 'em. Hold me back, cuz! Hold me back!
That's not mean. Here's mean:
I mock your value system. Past instances in which I have expressed fondness for you have been fraudulent.
My friend's parents. She started them on a discussion about my "odd" personality. The relentless teasing began. :'(
Your friend's parents? That's just wrong. And illogical. And idiotic. And....and....and I could go forever.
They said I had high functioning autism. 0_O
So Proxy: What was your response when so described?
Ah, daughter/parents relationship. It's fairly complicated.
Did your friend overhear the verbal exchange?
If I where you, I'd worry more about the future relationship to your friend, then a potential high functioning autism.
It seems like you screwed up on the good impression part. So now I am curious, what's your next move?
I guess it takes one to spot oneOr perhaps we all are?
Nah! it's just a damn label, isn't that right, Miss?
You have your hopeful days? That's odd. I think I've had one or two such days myself actually, if I exclude response from various books and movies.
What?! Don't they??What? Books and film don't count?
Excuse me, I must go reassess my entire life now.
I don't know how I could not leave people with a good impression. Well, unless I decide to leave them with a bad impression.
Generally, the people I have encountered who don't like me are not particularly people I want to interact with.
What?! Don't they??well then, I think you must
They said I had high functioning autism. 0_O
Telling that to yourself, irrespective of its applicability, seems like an excellent strategy for keeping your dignity intact. Imagine the converse - would you concede that you didn't live up to the expectations of some super awesome, extremely intelligent person? Would such an admission perhaps wound your vanity? I wonder at which point you come to the conclusion that these nebulous folk are unbefitting to Proxy.
I see, and how did that make you feel?
Embarrassed.
o Why would they say such a thing?
o Was it uncalled for?
o What intentions did they have, even if you were determined to be such?
o Did they consider you just a thing to talk about(gossip), and not include you in the conversation?
o Are you okay with such gossip? Do you think they should know this?
I looked that up and I'm guessing you mean from Pride and Prejudice, and not Married... With Children. Never read the book, though.Fun.
They did once call me an eccentric Mr Darcy. o_O
OkTeasing in Australia is an act of endearment.
You sure? You sure you're sure? That you're discontent wouldn't surface one day?I am fine with such things as long as I don't have to be involved.
One female classmate who I sat next to and talked to frequently asked me if I would miss her when school was over. I said yea "there'll be one tear sliding down my face" and made the motion, it was pretty funny. We were good friends though, it's a shame I didn't realize it at the time, but I did kinda mean I'd miss her I was just too embarrassed to say it.Then let a single tear roll down your face.
next time look them dead in the eye and tel them its true. That you are autistic. Then let a single tear roll down your face. They will feel forever too guilty to make fun of you again.
"an eccentric Mr Darcy" You aren't dating my sister by any chance?
Did she go to a cocktail bar 2 weeks ago?
Probably lol, however you live in a way different area to her.
When working in a blue collar environment, when people don't insult you, you know they really don't like you.
How do you figure?
Rather than a 1984-esque meaning that 'insult equals like', I take it you mean that social inclusion into a pastime such as teasing means you're valued, for those unincluded are overlooked and are not considered very much important.
Depending on the quality on the insult and teasing though I think it should be questioned what being valued really means.
As a contrast, I don't insult those I like.
I rented a hotel room for the night because there was no way for me to get back to where I lived while totally wasted. I the woman I was with lives in Mt Gravatt.
It was one bloody expensive night. I must have spent around $600. Didn't help that the hotel room was $150.
Not her then :P