I went to my local Starbucks yesterday and admired this beautiful girl who took my order. I ordered a tall Frappicino because I only had $4 in cash. However it rang over $4, which I had to failover to my credit card. After that, she got all snooty with me.
Don’t defend this girl, don’t give her the benefit of the doubt, because what you’d be doing is defending her!
And you wonder why I have a hard time dealing with girls?
I watched the Miss America Pageant on television the other weekend, and the only reason why I did was to see Miss Montana, also known as Alexis Wineman, an 18 year old who has a form of autism, specifically PDD-NOS. Some people speculated she has a form of Asperger Syndrome, but AS is technically not part of the autism spectrum disorder as of this writing. Alexis has mentioned publicly that she suffers with social issues, and has constant meltdowns.
She did pretty well regardless, and of course what you see on camera, can be totally different off camera. That applies for everyone, not for someone whose autistic.
I have to say she’s a beautiful young lady given her autism and her struggles in her early life. There aren’t that many girls with autism and ones that look beautiful.
I digress.
Another (possible) date – with no response yet. (I might have to admit my profile might scare people off – well I have to be true and honest why I can’t stand bitches! I don’t regret if I am making females run away from me.)
Sometimes I wished the Government didn’t invent the internet. I’d rather be severely autistic than being a high functioning autistic.
I ask myself why is it ok for women to be skeptical of men?
Especially when men are expected to trust women.
Why is it ok for women to be scared of them?
When I fear that a woman will be the “Maneater”?
Why do women have to draw conclusions even if they don’t know them?
But yet why is it sexist for someone like me to draw conclusions on women or anyone for that manner?
Why do women judge when others they don’t want to be judged? Is that a form of narcissism?
Why do men have to be put to higher standards to not be boys, when these same women are dressing like a slut and doing immature behaviors and essentially acting as girls?
Why are women being enabled to be Goddess and Princesses and Biaches, and Jerks when men are put to a lower social scale?
They are the majority – but yet they act as the minority – but still they have to be a bitch to bite on something!
We really need to not condone female behavior. I don’t care what excuse. There’s a reason why they are a bitch. Because they need a “label” to excuse their hypocritical behavior. For me that isn’t appropriate. For anyone.
Here’s my politically incorrect post about why people on that traditional autism spectrum disorder (ASD) do not fall in love.
Because we are told we can’t.
Well, not literraly. Most people who have high functioning autism (HFA), Asperger Syndrome (AS) or another scam disorder are male, most of them didn’t go to public school and most schools there are all male based (prolly 99% of them are.) And most of the teachers (probably of 90% majority) are female whom of which are under the age of 30 by most cases. Even if they are pretty, we obviously can’t date them. Even if you are a legal adult between the ages of 18 to 21 unfortunately.
We have been hardwired (read: bricked for a lack of a better techno word) about ethics, morals and respect. Also being forced to learn sex harassment and general harassment doesnt help matters because they tell us that its “the law”
And most of us like older ladies because 99.9% of the girls under the age of 34 are the Gen X/Millennial/MeMeMe generation. They are just as snobby (and dare I say slutty) as their parents of their time. So basically I have never met a bitch I really liked. This isn’t your typical “phase” in ones life, this is worse. My remaining innocence went away when the MySpace, Facebook and other social mediums took over. This opened a window about these peer groups not at all promising.
That’s just a tip of the iceberg.
I lived in upper class (forget upper middle class) in what was used to be a middle class/middle sized town of New Hampshire just less than 20 years ago. All the rich Andover, Mass. type of people had invaded and raped the entire Southern NH region and brought their booze, their slutty “little girls” and other shit over to our nice little town. Now the town I just left no less than 5 months ago has changed, just like that town changed in less than 2 years. There’s more and more bigger show off SUVs (I don’t have a problem with them, only when its for a show off purposes) in my town as with more condoms on the roadside, more and more beer bottles and more sluts living there.
I’ll refrain from that S-word for the rest of this post.
However, it brings massive substance because I was programmed to be careful with the opposite gender. I don’t know why, likely the parents have to protect the girls because they are (allegedly) vulnerable in the statical sense. Whatever I’ve heard that reasoning (excuse) of why they are bitches, but protecting them for the safety sense should not the be Number 1 or Number 2 of why they can be bitches.
I do know one girl who really messed me up, but because she’s was that pretty little daddy’s girl, she could get away damaging one of the most vulernable people in the town. (again autistic and a boy – thats fine but the other way around, OMG – SCANDALOUS!!!) I almost forgot she was part of that UNH bubble, a worse target, because those people are even more s***ty, drunk and dare I say DUMB? And I pay a fraction of my tax dollars to fund some of those bitches? Why shut the whole damn place down and give that 2% back to the damned taxpayers?
I’m sorry for bitching and ranting, but obviously as one who has some form of autism (whatever the label is the fashion today) I feel somewhat hurt that I never kissed a girl or ever got into any relationship past an infatuation, but again its the damned hacks from the local teachers union that wants to create a w0man-made disorder just so they can take care of their kids even if they are well of age.
I’ve been getting over the pain, this February 14th wasn’t as painful, as I don’t feel as a hopeless romantic anymore, but a hopeless autistic instead.