Memories

I love Facebook memories. Here’s a list of things I love about them:

From today:

I just put something together and I am freaking out. I posted a scholarly article the other day about how neurodivergent people are more likely to be queer. Check this out. It’s from my blog about a week ago:

It makes me happy today that I realized Bert from Sesame Street is coded as autistic. He has a paper clip and bottle cap collection. He likes to do like, five things. Anything else is annoying. He talks like he knows everything.

Ernie is an ADHD spazz basket.

I have been learning myself since I was two.

I just didn’t realize it until now.

From a year ago:

I don’t know why this randomly popped into my head, but it made me laugh so I’m writing it down for posterity. I used to have a tuxedo for performing in choir/orchestra concerts. A few days after one of them, I was sitting on a bar patio with friends when someone knocked over their beer. 90% of it landed all over me and I was miles from home. Thinking fast, I went to my car and changed. I’m walking back and one of my friends says to the other, “oh my God. She’s James Bond. She has a tux in the car.” Actually, I’d just forgotten to bring it inside after the concert, but I kept it in the car for three years after that (between washings, of course).

From 2016, this picture (I need a new prescription, btw):

From 2014:

Being at work while my nose runs is snot very much fun. In fact, it truly blows.

From 2013:

“Wisdom is the reward you get for a lifetime of listening when you’d have preferred to talk.” -Doug Larson

So true. I have a jackass magnet on my forehead that must blink in neon letters “ALL CRAZY PEOPLE! I AM YOUR LEADER! YOU CAN TALK TO ME ABOUT ANYTHING!” because that’s what happens. I have been on public buses and learned that the driver is an alcoholic 7 hours sober. I have listened to miscarriages, divorces, broken arms, warts, you name it. I don’t know how to extract myself from crazy people so I just generally let them go until they run out of steam. As a result, I’m a good writer. What is the take-home message here? If you’re going to sit there and be weird, I’m going to watch you do it. And then I’m going to rat you out to the Fanagans.

From 2011:

I just downloaded the new Britney Spears album, and it’s just kind of meh. But then I imagined listening to it in a dark room full of sweaty gay men and neon lights. THEN it got better.

I can be funny sometimes.