Dreams (That Will Just Exist in my Imagination)

My dream life…

  • Working enough hours to make ends meet, to have enough cash to pursue my interests.
  • To have a stable social life – maybe up to six “friends” or so.
  • To have some girlfriend I can feel its ok to be romantically in love, to touch her, to kiss her to hug her without worrying about registering as a Level Three Sex Offender.
  • To have somewhat of a electronic communication (such as a Facebook, phone calls, emails or texts – though I don’t like texting anymore)
  • That I can be happy and feel that life isn’t that threatening and the world around me won’t  have to really judge me

But I realize that is all just a daydream and when I go to bed, the worst things to happen are in my sleep, because theres nothing to really dream about since my dreams cannot come true for various reasons to just leave out for the general audience. 

I get so teary eyed because I have to accept that my life isn’t what I dreamt of. Because I have to make others happy because its all about them and not about me.

A Little Opinion on Victoria’s Secret

My goodness has Victoria’s Secret changed since I was young.
It used to be a San Francisco Operation or SFO – just like in the airport symbol! You know, they made the store more male friendly so they wouldn’t look crazy going into a lingerie store. The Vicrtoria in the name refers to the Left Coast’s “historic” housing of the Victorian type.
At some point, Limited Brands had bought out this humble operation. The models at the time were not foreign, and they were as American as you can get. A long time trivia the panelist on The Five on the Fox News Channel and the network’s legal analyst Kimberly Gufolyle, had done modeling gigs for the company in between being a law student in the University of California. (I can’t independently confirm of this, because such images would be very scarce, although there was confirmation last October on the same program about her gig back in her younger years.)  Nowendays, they get people like an Alessendrea Ambrosio beauty, then doesn’t have worry about for the rest of her life, because they pay these professional modeling agencies tons of cash. It wasn’t like that 20 years ago.
Beauty is overrated, and I want to discuss more about models at a later time,
But with that said, I got a real gripe against V.S.
As time went on, Limited had made Victoria’s Secret from the in the closet girly guy store to a total chick store, with a chic style. Or should I say slutty style or even skanky style? I’ve gotten more and more offended by how they use the style as an excuse to perform sexual acts with the subliminal messaging. My mother told me that V.S. was known for its reliable unmentionables, that the many times you would wash them over and over, they wouldn’t fall apart. Apparently since they went slutty, style acquired substance. It’s not surprising – its just like how everything else looks slutty and they break apart faster just like your computer or mobile device – they put so much focus on trying to give you a hard on and not how it will last forever -as love used to be defined as that.
I almost get a heart attack every time I go to the local mall or in public when I see PINK or LOVE IS PINK or anything with PINK and/or LOVE. This used to be the target line for the junior teens/ladies line, and it was heavily for the high school/college crowd. And these girls who wear these outfits are the ONES that should NOT BE LOVED! These ones don’t have a damn clue that you are supposed earn the love and not expect of it.
And again, these girls who dress so low to the social scale are the teasers. They love to show off their bodies, and once they feel like they are invaded, they just get all scared. It’s not my problem when you dress like a skank and can’t take the attention from the frisky guys.
Victoria’s Secret isn’t your mothers lingerie store anymore. Time has sure changed back 2 decades ago.

Marriages, part two

It used to be back in the days before the whiner generation (aka the Millennials and Gen X) that people would start to settle down in their lives in their mid twenties. So since this writer is in his mid twenties, and one who hasn’t had any positive romantic experiences, it would be of interest to explain why this writer has concerns about marriage.
Cost
The cost of getting married has very little to do legal procedures (unless you want to go forward with a prenuptual – which I find absurd because I believe once you get married, you stay married unless there is an obscene form of an infidelity or death.) I’ll get to that later about prenups.
The other issue about cost, is typically the groom pays for the majority of the costs of the wedding, the reception, etc. Now, my mother is the only parent in my life, whom of which is a single. If you want to put my grandmother in the mix, that’s fine. My mother is essentially a middle class worker, and my grandmother is retired and living off fixed income benefits, so my mother probably would have to put money down on that, which I can’t even think of an average cost off the top of my head,
The other issue is finding a girl who would have accepting parents to someone who is probably going to be poorer than his wife and her parents. I live in a snobby region, (here I go not accepting richer people.)
Honeymoons (and that 3 letter dirty word)
Now a honeymoon is typically a standard after a marriage that takes place. And from what I know a honeymoon is a code word for the first occurrence of a sexual relationship for the first time ever (if you subscribe fully to the New Testament of the Bible) or the first occurrence since marriage. To me, the idea of a honeymoon for essentially a subliminal event is just overrated.
Maybe its still the child inside of me who is scared of sex. (I mentioned about this subject recently.) And where would I go for that? I typically don’t care for warm weather, and I just don’t get the whole idea of it except for just fucking* my new wife (if that ever was to happen.)
* fuck – to have a sexual intercourse [typically with penis to vaginal] – I wanted to explain what that word really means when I say it.
Acceptance of the Wife’s family

Another issue is that dysfunctional families aren’t just isolated in the biological, or immediate family, the in-laws have a contributing factor of potential gridlock of being united together. Part of my frustrations is that I have not found a way to succeed or overcome my dysfunctions with my autism spectrum disorder or ASD as of yet. I’ve struggled with social issues, because I made one too many social mistakes as a kid so I am punished by having to put a gun to my head by not making mistakes. As such, I have basically isolated myself from the “real world” or dare I say the skeptical world. This baggage along with everything else has also made me frozen by not looking at work programs because I feel ashamed of my disorder. So yet again, I am in this vicious circle of “doing the right thing™*” but yet I still am screwed ether way.

*Potential trademark of Dr. Laura Selessenger/Clear Channel Radio/Premiere Radio Networks

So while struggling to “doing the right thing”, its difficult to find an accepting girl in an un accepting society filled of entitled brats and snobby people. On top of that, the girl might have rich parents that might look down at a potential “looser.” It doesn’t help that you are also a guy in his mid twenties that might be allegedly surviving just barely on “welfare” like benefits, on top of that being very busy trying to find his happiness and his future hopes and dreams in between finding a job. So there is so much pressure that’s put to a “lost boy” stereotype or even a “looser” (insert the Bart Simpson tone to that.)

If I wanted to get married to a girl, I would like a healthy relationship with her parents, her potential siblings (which might be a must since I never had siblings and I am not sure if its better not to have or to have such) and maybe her respective grandparents, because typically a mother and a father have two sets of respective their mothers and fathers.

Maybe this paragraph is too Utopian.

The Wedding Vows (and the Interpretation of such)
I don’t typically talk about religion, spirituality or even afterlife because its a conterversal subject, and its best to keep discussions off the Web and in your disconnected living room. Typically the vows goes something like this:

“I [suchandsuch] take this bride/groom
to love and behold
for richer or for poor
in sickness and health

until death do us part”

That last line is actually the dealbreaker. So a marriage is null and void when ether one dies. So basically the spouse goes away and the marriage is all over. So ether legally, or socially, love is not forever or eternal! If one of us don’t die together, s/he is gone! And I won’t be married to her in afterlife because of what the vow states! Why remarry to someone if the same thing were to happen?!
So with that being said, I am still on the fence about “marriage.” That doesn’t mean that you, a “normal” reader to this blog should use this post as an excuse to not get married and still be in a long term relationship and not attempting to tie the knot.

What is Sex?

I know what sex is.
I want to know what does it really mean? In a macro point of view – the “big picture”?
I’ve lived in a somewhat of a sheltered life, so excuse me in advance if I come off as ignorant on the issue of what I think sex is a form of a physical love.
So why do people do it? Is there a reason? Is there meaning? Is sex the new way of kissing? Why is there a rush to do it at a young age? At the local state university, how many of those party girls have “done it” during a semester? How many partners have the fucked around? Are girls who wear skimpy outfits, like tiny shorts, tight fitting bras, high healed shoes considered for real as “skanks”? Do they shed those outfits off to screw with the hot boy in from the men’s hockey team?
Does a girl who wear Victroia’s Secret outfits are really for them off to you know make some tension in the bed by stripping them down?
Is mastrubation sex? How should that be classified? Fantasy by simulating actual sex? A way to relieve sexual tension, anxiety, and anxiety related to semi imbalanced hormones? Does it mean that while looking at a picture of a beautiful girl while mastrubating, or is it when I am doing that with lusty fantasy considered as sex to ones self? Why do they say its “safe sex”? “Safe” as in a less risky for someone who is socially retarded? Or “safe” to prevent additional diseases. Well then, its still not sex.  Is doing that too much ruining my sexual abilities?
Are “hot chicks” really “slutty” and doing it with ether multiple partners OR their boyfriend at least 3 times a week? How can I tell that someone is sexually active? By noticing the condoms off the side of the road or just how she’s dressing?
Other than conceiving a child, what does a sexual relationship do for the long run? Or is it a one night stand?

September 11th Anniversary

I am pausing posting stuff as I observe the horrible, and tragic day 11 years ago today (and on this same calendar day.) I‘ve worked on an editorial for my other blog for over a week, that explains if New York was my second home, Lower Manhattan would be my home away from home. I’ll return to schedule blogging tomorrow. Here is a picture I took in September 2000.A picture from Ellis Island in September of 2000 showing Lower Manhattan's former landmark known as Twin Towers

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.

Welcome to the Premiere!

Welcome to the go-live, the premiere, the first functioning day of A Puzzling View on Relationships! Beginning today, the blog will focus on one’s view in the broadest sense how confusing the real world is to socializing. If you are new to this blog, you’ll start to know that I suffer with an autistic disorder and I was essentially taught black-and-white standards of how to socialize. I had many therapists, speech pathologists, teachers  and psychologists essentially programming me how to socialize, and in some cases forcing me to grow up, meanwhile my “normal” peers can get away of being immature, party hard, and have been accepted for having a poor work ethic.
This blog contains works from The Forgotten Autistic from the “Love+ Relationships = Confusion” This blog was a spin-off from that blog to focus on that subject in a deeper sense. I’ve had a challenging live trying to figure out who I am, and not only that how to succeed life with the disorder, and the standards I was “programmed” to be. I focused on broader issues (also focusing on missing friendships, etc.) on the other blog, but to focus more on romance, various levels of relationships, even sexual issues, it was deemed a spin-off was in order.
Today is a new day, and there needs to be another voice focusing on issues from another perspective that might offend some, but one’s side of the truth needs to be heard. I hope over time I can give answers instead of seeing referrers coming from the search engines with questions as the search query.
So with that being said, Welcome to Day One of many days to come to demystify the crazy world of socialization.

Opening words!

For the last few weeks, I think I got some story web of thoughts and emotions, and most importantly, got a foundation holding up of this new blog. Lets kick this bitch off and hopefully we can hit many posts well into left field like the other blog, on getting on the point of family, friends, romance, sex and damn the negative bias known as “social skills” to hell where it’s supposed to be! To hell with the autism elite! To give the salute to the morons making socializing a pet project! To shut up the damned far-left liberals and their “zero tolerance” and their thin skinned approach of everything being “offensive”!  Let’s upgrade this bitch now to the finished product and open the doors to this blog and do a grand opening, of a go-live, a premiere date beginning now!

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.