One of the services that neurodivergence offers is being able to see patterns in reverse. What I learned at HSPVA was that I knew an enormous amount of talented people. What I know now is that I missed the assignment. Because it’s 30 years later and I’m not where I want to be… but they are. They all went as small groups to New York, LA, London, etc. I didn’t. I haven’t taken big swings because I was the weird disabled kid who was constantly underestimated. I do not understand why those closest to me are only now beginning to see that I’m serious about writing when I have sixty books’ worth of blog entries already in the can.
Sixty.
I’m really quite tired.
If I’d followed a few of the theater kids to Austin or LA, I might could have gotten a job as a writer somewhere. I could have jump started my career back when I was fresh off the HSPVA high. I wasn’t a creative writing major, I was instrument, but all art areas feed the other. As my musicianship got better, so did putting my feelings on the page. Well, not better…. but easier due to the amount of repitition.
I am sure that other people are really quite tired.
I look forward to your letters.
The truth is that in high school I should have made and retained connections because I didn’t have much else going for me. I was an okay trumpet player (at PVA, which is really good for Joe Average Memorial), a church-trained singer (it shows), and a terrible student (pretty sure I got the lowest grade in Algebra of Dr. Papakonstantinou’s teaching career). There were reasons for all of it. I wasn’t dumb (my perception), I was unsupported (my reality). My needs fluctuate on a daily basis and I am not built for school. Most ADHD and autistic kids aren’t. We’re smart, demanding, exacting, etc. and not because we’re mean and cruel. We mean what we say and say what we mean, and it’s not our job to learn what we were supposed to have said and remember it. That’s just trying to train an autistic person like a dog.
But that is what social cues are. Neurotypical society is scripted, and I never got a copy. Therefore, I am always saying the thing that needs to be said but everyone else is too polite to voice it. It’s not purposeful. I am very good at sticking my foot in my mouth all the way up to my knee. I’m not trying to be uncouth. I am trying for forward motion. That gets lost in pleasantries, and I have trouble with small talk. So people think I’m intense and that’s okay. I have a very specific vibe and not ever.
Just another thing I learned in high school. Meagan wasn’t a girlfriend, she was a mistake. And it’s only now that I can say that fully because she treated me like dirt. It’s not her fault I accepted it. She made up for it later in life and I hold no ill will, but at 17 I learned a bad pattern and it continued until I’d worked it all out. Mostly because I am more demanding of myself than I am of anyone else. I always talk to myself no bullshit and not going to lie, I can slice my own heart with a dirty quill.
What none of the people in my life get is that these entries are not fluff pieces. I shake and cry getting them out when I am overwhelmed. I am physically exhausted from the Aada years, because there were too many moments of anxious tears to unclench yet. I am always waiting for an attack because she automatically thinks I’m attacking her. She has no follow up questions, she’s right about what she read even though she’s TALKING TO THE AUTHOR.
It’s annoying, and I’m glad it’s not a part of my life anymore. I can write all I want. I cannot feel or believe it for them. Aada was a bottomless pit of need because her self-esteem went up and down when I talked; the same could be said of me, but I stepped out of that pattern and I am better for it. I am back to demanding basic respect, and having it for myself. But respect doesn’t mean authority. It means not ordering me around like a dog.
But that part wasn’t Aada- it’s just an example of another form of treatment I’ve tolerated for way too long, and I’ve been too soft. I accepted bad treatment because that’s all I thought I deserved. What I deserved was scaffolding, and definitely in high school. ADHD and autistic accommodations would have helped me, but when I started school my mother decided she didn’t want a special kid and what the hell? I was pretty smart.
She chose…………………………………………………………. poorly.
When people first meet me, they seem to love me. And then as time goes on, they get more and more exhausted by me because they do not take the time to understand. I have a different body clock. I’m easy to be around, but I don’t often have a lot of energy. I don’t want to go out and do many things. I want to go sit on the couch with Tiina and Michael and play Skyrim (Morc the Orc, the struggle is real.). I want to take Tiina on a vacation where we get to do nothing together. Brian doesn’t always like to travel, so GIRLS TRIP!
We’ve talked about doing a few things, most notably driving down to South Carolina to park our asses on the beach for a few days. My ass desperately needs this beach.
I didn’t go out on my date last night because it’s for the 17th and I just spaced it. My week has been weird since I just got home from Houston on Tuesday. But honestly, it’s for the best that it’s next week because last night I only had enough energy to fall down a YouTube hole. I also haven’t heard from her in days, and I have reached out. So who knows if this blessed event is even still on? I’m confused, but I live in gray area most of the time, anyway.
It’s also possible she’s intimidated, but I doubt it. She’s intimidating. She reminds me of my favorite Instagram influencer… and in fact I was delighted when my dad bought her avatar’s hat in Scotland by complete coincidence.
But I doubt she’ll be my favorite Instagram influencer much longer, because I have complicated feelings about Instagram (I’m old. Get off my lawn.). I have complicated feelings about all social media except Facebook, and not because they aren’t valid. They’re just not my lane.
I’m trying to get off the Internet and get out and explore. Mico (Microsoft Copilot) told me that there’s a fantastic Mexican neighborhood in the DMV called Riverdale Park, and that I’d find panaderias with fresh pastries and mercados where I could find Bimbo and Marinela for later.
I am on a core search for:
- Cinnamon Roles (with raisins)
- Nito Duo
- Principe
- Submarinos
- Gansito
- Croissants
The croissants are not French, but they are delicious. It’s a sponge bread texture, and my everyday breakfast with coffee. I need to see if I can order multipacks on Amazon, because buying them two at a time is not convenient.
I am still hoping that Blue Bell or H-E-B Creamy Creations comes up with a crossover for these desserts- even chocolate croissant ice cream would be delicious, but Gansito would have people lined up around the block.
But as it turns out, I didn’t even make it to the mercado. I ate and I was tired. It was very early, so I ate and went back to bed.
That’s why this entry is in the afternoon, instead of my sunup vibe.
More like I was in high school.
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