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on Dec 25, 2018Dec 25, 2018

sometimes I can’t believe how much easier life can be if you can agree to be a liar

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Maybe: Photographer. Writer. Translator. Noone. Alien. Allovertheplace.
may write in many languages(with lots of typos)

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I’ve spent a lot of time this morning thinking how everything around us is soaked through with the humans’ overpowering fear of ‘not having enough’. Even when they don’t actually need it. Everyone is just so terrified of possibly not having enough of something, or missing out on something, that they completely forget and ignore the fact that ‘too much’ is no less harmful. When you have autism, you are very familiar with the concept of ‘too much’ on daily basis. Too much light, too much noise, too much heat, too much clutter... It goes on and on everywhere you look. People in offices insisting on turning on every single light in every room in the middle of the day. Train announcements that are so loud they can scramble your brain if you don’t noise-cancelling earphones constantly. But the sensory experiences is only a small part of its consequences. The food and clothing we produce and then throw out, just because we need to make sure we see more than we could possibly need on the shelves. The energy we use on unnecessary electricity and lightning no one is actually making use of. The water. The printouts you use for 15 minutes and throw out. Some days, the fact that living with/among the humanity as a whole is the most difficult part about living is a bit too glaring. #asd #aspergers #humans
I've survived the embassy visit. And a parade of political weirdos in cars painted completely black shouting something in megaphones so loudly I had to crank up the volume in my noise-cancelling earphones to max, because I chose to go deaf from the music rather than from whatever they were shouting. Got cinnabons. Walked another 4 km home. Walking leads to little discoveries, like these two sculptures that are named 'Memory of Earth' and 'Memory of Time'.
The only cloudless sky I accept is the winter cloudless sky. My migraine still told me I got a bit too much of it, after I walked 4 km home from my therapist's office, because I just really couldn't make myself deal with getting on a train. Or taking a taxi. Which also might have had something to do with the fact that the first taxi of the day I took, spent 30 mins in traffic jam, and then got pulled over for running a yellow light, and got me late fot my appointment. I mostly felt bad for him, than was irritated, but still. It's mostly the idea of confined spaces and human smells that got me to spend an hour do get home by walking. I have also said hello to my inner Mr. Spock, and went on to explain my therapist that fairness=logic and vice versa.

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