There’s something… frustrating… about the state of my life… let’s say.

Nothing about how a normal person might find my life. Working 3rd shift, living paycheck to paycheck, and though unconcerned about debt, it’s not ’cause I have a plan for it, I just assume I’ll die before I pay it off, since my 6-figure student loan isn’t really worth the investment for a college dropout…

I’m actually perfectly fine with all of that.

I’ve always said that, at worst, I could become a regional manager at Kroger or Walmart. Becoming 1 at Sheetz is waaayyu better from that perspective. I’m not worried about money or reputation. Even the pyramids turn to dust eventually….

So, what am I frustrated about my Life if not the Normal aspects of it?

Its the fact that I’m autistic, really.

Not that I’m autistic

I like being autistic

The perception of autism

That useless fuck-ups that burden parents for life

Who can’t look you in the eye

Or whatever you do to put us in a box

Or at lady

Least

Try

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Fuck you

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OK, back to me.

So, I’m really autistic, but the an

“And” the annoyance (fuck therapy) about being autistic is that there’s such a misconception of it, a miscommunication..

The misconception really being that a functioning member of society is mutually exclusive to a person with autism

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That kinda skipped to a thesis of a more advanced argument, so I’m gonna try to jump back to the lesser before I run out of time

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I’m autistic, but I trained myself to me “Normal” to the point I have to put on an act to prove “I Am”…