Realization

I’ve come to a realization that I have issues.
I was in denial for many years, most recently the last couple with pure anger and bitterness. 
Now in the recent months, I’ve come to a conclusion that I have autism.
My life is torn apart, my relationships with everyone has been destroyed.
I feel so fucking embarrassed about myself!
Something is defective in my brain! I never had an MRI before, so I don’t how messed up I am! I don’t know how real only I do know I have autism!
I don’t get love of any kinds, thats why this blog was created last summer! and I guess…I am a very litteral person even if I keep denying so. I can’t understand feelings like I used to.
People do say that autistic individuals have a hard time with relationships, and I don’t think I have much future unless I do something, something I don’t know how to approach and tackle!
In some ways I am like an android. A Data. I can’t deny the facts – I am messed up!
Oh how can someone love some autistic and not expect a full 100% love back?
So why should I have friends or a girlfriend, especially the latter? She’ll probably put me to jail as a criminal for being a psycho! Why would anyone fall in love a developmentally retarded individual?
I thought I give and give, and I get people “liking” my stories and never stalk my blog on the blog’s Facebook page. Well my “giving” should be looked at, because some people claim I receive more than I give. Again, I am fucked up in the brain!
I do know for a fact I am ASHAMED with my Autism and NOT PROUD AT ALL! I don’t belong in any place! I am a misfit!
My life ended at 12. My identity was stolen. I was replaced from a human to a robot!
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Catfish

Has anyone seen the TV series Catfish on MTV?
I channel surfed the other night can ran into that program
The show is like a documentary following people who met others online (i.e. a online relationship.) The host meets with the skeptical party member, and goes to search for the other individual, to see if the other end the person is a total fake. The host of the program will start off by looking the profile on the respective website whether its Facebook, MySpace, etc. and if there seems to be a fakeness on the profile, the producers start to look them up elsewheres.
This program meets with the crossroads of To Catch a Predator when they go to meet or ambush the person of interest. Some of these cases were the partner lied about their identity, their location, their looks, in some cases they were cheating with another person.
The last episode I seen had a guy meeting a girl online. This girl, named Melissa who appeared online, billed herself as a pretty blond “Barbie Girl” (in her words) with blond hair and blue eyes, as the skeptical partner found out she was a curvy, brunette with brown eyes and all the other attributes turned out to be opposite. Near the end of the program, the two try to come to terms.
In other episodes, its a teardripper because of the sudden reality that their online relationship was a fluke.
Has anyone else watched this program? I’m going to watch some of these OnDemand, if its on there. Its an interesting program.

Families, Christmas & Relationships

Christmas time in recent years has been traditionally the most difficult (and depressing) year for me. I think a vast majority of people around the world whether they are” normal” or “different” could attest to my thoughts.
I don’t think as one gets older and the views of the holiday changes, it’s the fact I’ve seen my own family fell apart thought my childhood into my teenage years and into my adult life.  I believe part of this has to do with people being self-absorbed. I have a few family members who have ruined our relationships and just witnessing it has been painful. Thankfully I’ve closed that chapter over the last few Christmases.
My (maternal) aunt has been absent of my life since I was about 16, she’s a handful to deal with. She has been around my area on several occasions in the last year like it was no ones business, which in part that is a literal statement and a figurative one at the same time.  The family had basically broken up with her several years ago, and she had gotten married and had a child and had told us after the fact. She doesn’t live around here, but in an area hundreds and hundreds of miles away from where I live. She’ll contact my grandmother on a occasion and talk to her like nothing happened. No guilt or any sense thereof. I could even understand her or forgive if  she had any guilt thereof.  To end that story, she’s a textbook definition of someone who is “fake” and is chronically a jerk. It boggles my mind how can someone be so careless, but act so caring in the most lamest fashion. I won’t bring up additional “drama” since it is to do with my family in an intimate way, and I don’t need (literally the) entire world* to know.
*I’ve gotten more international followers than I have domestic on this blog!
Another family member that has been part of my relationship from childhood was a cousin from one side of my family tree.  She’s less than 5 years older than I am. She used to baby sit me. And she knew about my difficulties. (I was naive and thought my family didn’t know about my autism, I don’t know how much they knew at the time. I was that bad – at a young age of 18!)
She finished high school at the turn of the century and went to a university in Providence, and later was dating a boyfriend and later had a kid and gotten married. It really was she was  with a boyfriend, gotten pregnant, moved back to the area, and then gotten married, etc., etc. etc. Unfortunately, things went very fast, and that timeline all happened within one year.  Her later-to-be husband I wasn’t too fond of (and still I have difficulties with.) He is originally from the South, and I kinda don’t care for Southerners.
Meanwhile, my cousin has a severe case of undiagnosed ADHD, where she can’t sit still for one second (don’t try a New York Minute with her  ether!) Her ADHD-like demeanor just really puts her into a fog and a tunnelvision.
Unlike the aunt I was discussing about earlier, this cousin is the suburban-girl stereotype I have been very critical on the blogs I’ve published in the last couple of years. In high school, she was very popular, was in athletic clubs, being HS president, the valedictorian and all that crap that one experiences in high school. She was well liked. So much, that she added up her social circles in college.
Many.
A lot.
So much, Facebook wouldn’t need to be referenced about her social life, because I see it outside of the browser window!
Supposedly her “friend” count on Facebook is near 1,000, but I see her large social circle when I have been to family gatherings, and family should be stricken out because often when we went to her kids birthdays it was like we were the third-wheel.
I’ve been over the drinking age for over 4 years now, and my phone hasn’t rang yet about going out for a beer together with my mother, her and her husband.  Hasn’t happened yet. She’s been to more bridal showers (and now after marriage) baby showers  from the college age and high school friends than she has been with her family. And speaking about drinking, she was one of those party girls, though now  being thirty, she’s is supposedly slowing down, and the partying allegedly has slowed down too.
I was taught when I was in my late teens that most friends fade after various stages, and while you retain some friends in stages like high school or college, it was that some would continue, not like how my cousin has (again, Facebook or “friends” on Fb has nothing or little to do with this story, because the story explains itself in the real world!)
I’ve haven’t seen her in a long time, last time was around Christmas. She used to be a manager of  a major borderline-yuppie national bakery chain in my area before moving closer to home of opening a new shop about a year ago.
I might be bitter because there is some natural jealousy to her lavish lifestyle in her twenties, something I never had to begin with, because I was taught to grow up right after my 18th birthday (as perverted as it is.) And I haven’t used Facebook for a few years actively, and seeing this overrated lifestyle in the real world has hurt me even more. And this is my cousin – a cousin I was very close with as a kid! Someone who should had been aware of ones dysfunctions and using as a perspective in life! Yes I have changed since a preteen, but you get my point!
It hurts around this time of year, when such holiday is to be with the close people in your family, and some family members you think are close to you; is not close to them and the only solution is to just take them out of your life. And for someone like me, it’s the most painful thing to do, but you have to get on with your life. But it’s the only option that will be a logical solution.
I write these public stories to show how I am unfairly having a void in my brain called understanding relationships and how its not me – it’s the other people have redefined relationships or ruining the definition.  Sadly, its my own close family members that are redefining relationships.

Living up to High Standards

Part of my “low self esteem” is partially because I am not up to par with my peers. I don’t want to be comparing myself to someone my own age, etc. but I am not. I have denied that for many years that I am not like my peers.
I’ve seen the alleged over-excessive content on Facebook, and even on the dating websites. I feel I can’t live up to them for them to accept me. This isn’t just a potential girlfriend, even a potential friend.
Here is my situation:

  • I come from a lower class family, that grew up in an upper class town
  • I have a high school diploma, and no experience with higher education
  • As I had traveled domestically in my teenage years (California, Texas, New York, D.C.) some of my likeminded groups have traveled the world. I have – actually seen the Mexico Border when I was in San Diego, and I have been near the Canadian border going on I-89 corridor when I was 6 or so.
  • I obviously didn’t come from a privileged family, many peers (at least in my geographical area) are
  • Given my autism, I am smart, but not in the same intellectual level as some of my peers, some would obviously think I am just odd in some of my interests
  • I live in an area where there are many people younger than I am and many people older than I am, so the middle twentysomething crowd is limited, because of the high COL or Cost of Living. Some of my peers would prefer to live in Nanny-towns like Boston, New York or even LaLa land or Florida, areas that also have the sex appeal of a highly stylized locale

So background aside, lets go to the smaller things

  • The art that I do  I suppose is decent, but probably not museum material (and I am fine with that)
  • Some may say its not fully dimensional. Maybe not proportionate enough, or I use plain ol pencils and not the snootty strength
  • Sure I may know some tech things, but don’t expect me to program C++ or code in Pearl, or do CSS to design webpages. Yup I am dumb on that regard. Sure I may know some telecom stuff, but not ask me how to do a diagram on how TDM works vs analog, vs IP vs. video or so on.
  • I don’t like going out and doing much things for fun. I’d rather be at home, doing work on my machines or watch the Fox News Channel or watch some boring documentary on TV. I don’t like distractions that much, because it detracts the attention of the pressing issues. My DNA is programmed to be vigilant (always alert, always on.)

I’ve also mentioned other concerns before such as:

  • Having odd interests for straight males like fashion or art (yeah I feel gay for doing art)
  • the ability to be around laid-back types of people, because I am somewhat of a tight person, because I just can’t stop and have fun in a depressing time and place.

Lastly, if I wanted to go to college, or get a decent job and to get the friends and future girlfriend, they all seek someone who needs to be responsible, compliant and needing credentials (whether or not its necessary – chicks and clueless bosses want that “piece of paper”) in order to be accepted in a privileged world.
Then I have to be worried about being accepted with the other’s social circle, since after all its not about them, its about his groups of buddies too. I can’t have any types of relationships with anyone if the others would not accept me and backstab behind me. Oh, did I mention the “man-child” stereotype, where men just want to use gaming consoles all day long or other “childish” behaviors that doesn’t constitute as “childlike” since the latter is a chronic issue while the former is plain ol immaturity?
The holiday season is coming fast this time around, and I am dealing with personal issues on top of having the worst year I have ever had; and I don’t have backup support system, since some of them went away in the summertime, and my mother needs to care for my grandmother, and my other family members I choose to abstain; leaving a handful of other people to take load of my day to day life.
I am lost because I have not had that partner in crime figure in a long time. I am in a desperate need to find one, and just someone who I don’t feel like I am a bothersome to.
With all of that – my conclusion is I can’t compete against people that area actually better than I am, because I am not privileged, not smart enough, not experienced enough, and I am a childish individual.
I feel so proud living life…
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How “Friends” Selfishly Communicate in the 2010s. (V.2)

My grandmothers birthday was recently. She lives in another community as we are preparing for her to move to our house by the end of the year. She is the last member of my small family to move into our new home that we have been living for the last couple of years.

We were going to plan to celebrate over the weekend, but it got postponed. I remembered her birthday on that specific day, and I sent an actual birthday card, and obviously it arrived a few days later. I need to call her and check up on the status.

My grandmother is as analog as you get (she lives in such old social standards, like sending a card that is HANDWRITTEN of a thank you via post mail. She doesn’t like the ideal of Facebook (because she’s an extremely private and quiet individual, therefore she doesn’t like how people would post their entire lives on the internet. In some ways I don’t like that because my general ideal of excessive privacy leads to troubled and corrupted lifestyles – i.e. my own personal views of local government lead me to be somewhat opposite to her views.)

She never used a computer outside of work (only using a specific mission critical app in the last decade), and she again, as an old lady prefers phone calls and letters. Because she’s a “farmers girl”, she views the world as “little” and revolves what my former town being “small town” like 5,000 people small which wasn’t the same in over a half a century ago.

Well I am someone who tends to not focus on the past (thats the family curse of afraid of change) but I try to live in a semi reasonable, but progressive society. At some point people need to adapt and stop reliving like my town is still a small town where everyone knows everybody, etc.

Now that ends to a point, and when my nostalgia comes into play.

I often don’t celebrate my birthday (and its becoming just “another day” beginning this year) because it was generally forgotten. People would not remember, often they need some aid to help them, like using Facebook – that’s if someone publicly publishes their birthdate/day online. The “friends” I used to have were really not friends. These people never seemed to look beyond your default picture or album. I had my birthdate as my handle on my MySpace, YouTube and Twitter accounts, but no one seemed to ever visit them, or even question what 3 digit number meant, especially when I used to put strong synergy across all my profiles.
They never reciprocated, and never went the extra mile (because that was dirty work for these entitled jerks.) Now granted, I did send emails, and not cards via mail. But an email is now the social standard to the old fashioned “letter” but digital and in fact is more personable than opposed to text. If you use Microsoft’s Outlook like I do, email gets stored into a computer file and can be read on any modern email client, etc.

Text messaging, however is the lowest standard for communication. Why? Its because the text messages can easily be deleted, and one touch of a button and the message disappears for good. This isn’t good if you want to keep a breakup letter for eternity as opposed to a letter or an email. Its much easier to send a half-assed thoughtful message via SMS as opposed to taking 5 minutes out of your busy life to type up and send an email birthday wish, etc. (For the record, I was never a fan of online greeting cards.)

Now back to Facebook, often if a birthday occurs, it gets published on the frontpage, then one starts the wish, then it extends to everyone else when people start to notice that trend on their News Feed. I did a test in 2010, made my birthday private, then made it public later that day. Guess what happened? These alleged “friends” wished my a happy birthday after. How fucked up is that? These same people who didn’t care that I turned 21 ether, never offered to have a drink together or what, as these people were social alcoholics to begin with.

Facebook, and all these other iDemented devices are really dumbing down the “normal” population and the groups who were forced and mentally raped of social standards, and socialization protocols, and other CAN’T dos, are actually going to be the best and the brightest because we socialize like robots by doing protocols and ettiques, while the “normal” population have an open license to be a jerk.

I try to be the good guy, and yet I get punished.

Do I take my life seriously?

Hell yes.
I need to. No regrets. Just doing what I feel is right.
Because there are “adults” that act like corrupted* teenagers. Someone has to be “the grownup” out of the bunch.
*Corrupted in the sense they should be Convicted Felons and the only real job outside of jail should be at a talk radio station on the AM band at 50k clear channel. At least in my area, thats where Felons get a job after.
I don’t feel ashamed acting like a white collared like person. I am sick and tired of so many laid back people who think there’s nothing wrong in the world. From heads of Port Authorities responsible for killing 3,000+ people to teachers who work with retarded people to help retarded people to “friends” who think that being narcissistic and “all about them” is perfectly fine, and not being fully aware about their friends in trouble to living life as invincible.
Maybe I was raised with ultra high standards. Maybe I wanted to “be different”. Maybe witnessing 9/11 and noticing the political aftermath did something, maybe noticing people that have low standards did something.
My blog might not make sense all the time, but at the end of the day, things interconnect someway or another.
But seriously, I think its time I need to look at my notes of finding appropriate therapists to get help. I think I am overly too psycho

Faux “Friends”

I have mentioned earlier about how some of my “friends” made a massive fail in the last couple of years. I realized that some of the handful of friends preferred the “cyber” relationship, using ether the social networking sites or using the instant messaging client. One incident was nearly 2 years ago, before I moved to my new town, and one of my pals had asked me about some event that was going to happen about the time I had seen this individual. She asked me “did you get the invite?” referring to a Facebook invite request. I had told her that I had purged my Facebook account (and no, not “deactivate” as some think thats how you close a Facebook account down) and I was just tired of using it.
Now an alleged “true friend” would follow up (especially if you are theoretically close to that individual) ether by looking me up (you know you have to use the search function when you have 600 “friends”) or go the old fashioned way of oh I dunno, EMAIL or dare I say my 10-digit cell number?
This individual is hack, she cheated her way through being a high school teacher thanks to loopholes of the law, and being a union employee and using her “dyslexia” as her “disability” you get fruitcakes like her not screwing students with their ignorance, you get fruitcakes being a lazy-ass not trying to go a little beyond her abilities to follow up on this invite to her “friend”.
I just can’t stand people who can’t even remember one’s birthday. I think it bothers me because my birthday had been forgotten and I never got full attention outside of my family. That same year, I hid my birthday to private, leading to that day. I put it to private that evening, and I got electronic wishes from my alleged “friends.”
I don’t use Facebook because I don’t have “real” friends, and I feel using Facebook for just catching up with “acquaintances” is just useless. And would you think using Facebook just to post pictures of you behind the camera and posting things that are probably useless only to you would seem to be odd or just waste of ones time?
Politically, Facebook drives me nuts, they are taking the stuff you post and using it against you to the advertisers without your knowledge. I am not going to discuss whether or not posting pictures of one being wasted is or is not appropriate, its their own issue, not mine or yours for that manner. My issue is I can’t stand a company getting away of doing bad things and a “free market” being abused. Granted, I feel that I have to use it to reach a broader audience maintaining the Facebook pages for my two blogs.

“Can I be your [Facebook] friend?”

Well that depends on you level of the relations with that person.
At a really young age of about 18, I saw the smoke through the mirrors. That was back when MySpace was ruling the world while Friendster was on life support and Facebook was still known to the privileged elite. I knew that a “friend” on a social networking website was kinda like a Rolodex card or a “contact” according to LinkedIn.
I was setting my self up for realistic expectations. My MySpace had up to 20 “friends” partially because many went over to Facebook and by the height of my original Facebook account, I had up to 40 “friends” or “contacts”. Some didn’t friend me for reasons I have no idea, because my other friends were “friends” of various people. Even old elementary school teachers were too chicken. This was after I was 21. Wasn’t a student. Was it because I was too nasty in the past via the internet communication?
I knew when I “friended” some of my old classmates from my old town, I knew that I wouldn’t ever meet them in person again. Because I stopped seeing them once I left out of district, and you know how perceptions change as people progress and evolve.
However, the normal (or “nerotypical”) groups are the really socially demented ones. They brag about their friend count (some in the low to mid thousands!) and they are the actual “fake” ones with a “real” or “full name”. Their default pictures often  glamorize their shallow life. So I ask why is it ok for them  to be “fake” and demented while people like me who have socially awkward problems are the ones that shouldn’t be shunned? People tell me that they believe that I am a real person so why are these “fake” people getting enabled to be a plastic drama queen?
Never mind rich families (don’t matter if you are a republican Wingnut or a democratic Moonbat – because both are arrogant) that have enabled their children to give negative stereotypes of people of developmental disorders or disabilities. So if you try to friend a girl (sorry for the sexism) on Facebook, if they see your profile they may just get scared of you because they are afraid of unknown.
I’ve been burned of what I thought were my real-life “friends” that I tried to retain on Facebook as well (what’s wrong having an offline/online balance? there shouldn’t be) though in fact they treated me as a virtual person and had severely betrayed me. I had to cut these allegedly “important” people out of my life and the last year and a half after was the most painful social (in)experiences in recent memory before that leaving my local middle school and suddenly loosing contact of what were elementary “friends” a year before.
So between relationship levels, “social pyramids”, statuses, and privileged statuses, Facebook has not been successful in the last couple of years. Because I am not good for those “friends”. Simply I am a pile of dirt until I have to prove the higher social levels that I am good enough to be in their social clique.
That might had been a vague paragraph, but this is how the ellitests on autism teach (or preach) upon these individuals like moi. We have to THINK. THINK about how I am related to this friend, THINK what social level I am with, ARE these people ok to go out outside the packet-based world? ARE these people close enough to talk about various issues, should I THINK in case I screw up, if I might get pressed charges for being a creep?
These are the many “social” baggages I carry every day thanks to a small group of people making me feel useless. Or maybe I didn’t listen because I have esteem issues. I don’t know now. All I know is I am “socially” confused. This is why this blog exists.

The best way to socially network…

is to click on log out
 
This screengrab of the logout link on Facebook was taken a few years ago (I thought I had one with the cursor pointing to it) after noticing my alleged “friends” really wasn’t paying attention to me but their other “friends”. They could’ve cared less about my stuff I put up and engaging more but I ether wasn’t good enough or I might not have the best packet-based presence as opposed to the offline presence.

Networking

A definition from a dictionary website defines networking as: “a supportive system of sharing information and services among individuals and groups having a common interest”
So how is someone with such small network supposed to “network”? And how is he supposed to meet new people, especially if he doesn’t want to be in his peer groups? And where in the hell is he suppose to start, since he keeps hearing the “can’t dos” over the “CAN dos”
Hell, let me be so old fashioned: giving a business card to some stranger in hopes to ether “network” or strike up an offsite conversation is almost the same cause-and-effect as befriending a stranger on Facebook. How can someone get ahead in life if he keeps getting road blocks?
Oh then just get a job.
Sure, yeah I could get a job through a work program, but even that where do I draw the line of when to or when or not to network. How am I supposed to engage in a conversation with a common interest?
There are so many “social” road blocks for someone like me to try to get his social life better, but because I can come off as awkward and I was “labeled” as someone with social skills issues, this vicious circle keeps going round and around because I have to question every thing like “is this someone that I know close?” “Should I give my card to them?” “How well did I know this kid in school”, etc., etc. and etc.
This blog exists because a few little social quirks have caused someone like me to become a huge iceberg for the wrong reasons.