A “true friend”

Another fillin post as I am dealing with personal issues that needs focus. Hopefully I’ll be back writing soon.
This was modified from an original post from my former MySpace account dated from a couple of years ago, I cleaned it up for a general audience and for relevancy.
A “true friend”…
Knows who to call you, (i.e. nickname vs. given name, etc.)
Knows where you live
Knows your birthday
Knows your number
And someone who keeps those things offline (like a Rolodex, calendar or Outlook for that manner; other than relying a social networking system) or by heart
That shares a decent amount of interests as you (60% common)
That isn’t always about “themselves”, but tries to reciprocate
That is willing go to places that you want to go likewise in a decent timely manner (i.e. 48 hours or longer in advance)
That won’t treat you like crap
Whose not a narcissist
Whose education doesn’t matter
Whose not in a local “garage band”
Whose not a party animal beyond the indecent level
Someone who will get back to you in a timely manner (at least up to 48 hours or 2 days)
Someone who doesn’t brag about their UNH (or any university) days
Someone who will put you higher up in their social queues
Someone who isn’t so rigid or high strung all the time
Someone who will standby you no manner how crazy you are thinking
Someone who knows you so well that they can sort out each others bullshit
Someone who has personality, and a human touch
A person that can laugh,
A person with a soft, warm and furry inside
A person that will believe in what you say, and not think you are talking out of your ass
A person that likes things what a vast majority of people like.
And you’ll know if its true when the ones that save you from a burning building (in a figurative sense) – that would define true friendship.
If a friend’s relationship is really true and sincere, you wouldn’t be complaining much about them
And lastly, a true friend shouldn’t be defined on a social networking site. It should be defined as a face to face; however if it isn’t always the case, then it can be other e-messaging, email, text or voice terminal conversation.

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.

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

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!

2013: The Year of Realism

As I had mentioned in the tellall earlier on, I had to go through some massive pain from the last two years. I’m going to simply break this down:
2010: Coming to some belief that my “friends” started to turn their heads against me. I was probably in denial.
Meanwhile I still thought a romantic future was coming sooner than later
2011: Started to see through that these “friends” made me feel like nothing. I was actually enabling their social ignorance by allowing them to be self-absorbed while they never (if barely) reciprocated back with me in social conversations. Again still in the denial/acceptance phase, depending on what day or time of the month I was feeling at that given moment.
Any hopes of a romantic future started to get bleaker and bleaker. I started to let go some of the painful past of anything that was relevant to romance.
2012: Came to the conclusion that those friends weren’t meant to be; and unfortunately another bad thing happened for someone who that can’t get a break out of bad luck. As for romance, the year that I am 25 years of age; and being very inexperienced, there probably aren’t that many people out there that would be willing to date someone who is that, especially when I live in an area where there are so many privileged brats (you know the “daddy’s little girl” types) that they wouldn’t want to date someone who might come off as socially odd.
As we begin the last quarter of 2012, I am already setting up expectations for 2013 (if the Mayan calendar doesn’t expire – gotta put that into equation.) Those expectations are the following:

  • Pay attention to the metaphoric screen blinking “Game Over”, i.e. my life is done as I knew it
  • Start to look into the idea of working – again!
  • Seek some independence
  • As lameass as it appears, I am starting to isolate myself from being around in the public. I go to any place, the mall or the beach and I just get so frecking emotional when I see so many people in 4somes or an alleged bf/gf couple touching and kissing and doing other touchy-feeley crap I will never be able to experience. This shouldn’t be construed as “pessimistic” its “realistic” I will admit, that I feel fine when I am not out in large social situations and within a half hour after being isolated, its like nothing happened.
  • By detaching myself from the social world, this will test my abilities to be “less emotional” I have been criticized as being “too emotional”. By detaching myself from the “real world”, it will probably continue to build  a “glass wall” between me and the real world so therefore I can be fully autistic, and see things in a third person point-of-view and not get attached to the social world. This will also build up my white collared demeanor and learn to have a heart of a stone, because professionals aren’t supposed to have emotions.
  • Continue with electronic ways of doing things without human intervention. This includes purchasing items online, such as eBay, and using self-checkout systems at the local grocery store.

This is the hard truth I have to deal with. Its painful, but hey its the blunt truth. If I had a real father in my life, he probably say half of what I just wrote. He’d probably hit me in the ass to do some of the mentioned. Though, I never lie because if I did, I’d be known as Dan Rather and making BS for CBS News. This is gawd’s honest truth to power. This blog won’t always be sexy, but again life isn’t sexy – its overrated.

Update, part two

Do you see that little link on the top “Uncategorized”? Well I need to change that. It can’t be deleted. The WordPress system requires every post to land in some category so the public can view it. In the other blog, I throw any posts I ether accidentally or don’t categorize into “autism.” Well I don’t know what generic category of the exiting ones I can see on the right hand of my screen as I am typing this. Maybe “Friends” should be the default?
The target task I am seeking to do before the September 10th premiere of this blog, is to at least get some of the features from my other blog on “relationships” over to this new blog. Also, I am not sure (I will have to search elsewheres) how to move the posts from my other blog. I don’t know if I can even move the posts over or if I need to “copy” them, or should I just copy and paste them over, but that would be a tedious task, especially backdating the original posting dates, which I’d like to retain.