Journaling June: Asperger’s or Arsehole’s Syndrome

Am I a piece of shit?

(stop. don’t answer. it’s rhetorical. we’re working through something.)

I have started this, worked up a page or so, and stopped . . .

Nope. Not right. Start over.

I restarted, wrote a few hundred words, and stopped again . . .

Nope. Even wronger! Start over.

I sat staring at the screen . . .

Blinking cursor.

. . .

I got up. Went for a walk. When I got back I started again, but after 45 minutes . . .

(the pulse in our neck throbed in time with the cursor. weird.)

I’m a bit out of sorts right now. Please bear with me.

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What’s All This Damnable Humbuggery Then?

“Where am I going and why am I in this hand basket?” —Murphy

What the fuck?

I ask that question often. I ask it because I find that the life is supremely confuzling (confusing + puzzling). I’m fairly sure life is that way for everyone, but it is particularly true for me. Why “particularly” for me? Maybe it’s my Asperger’s. Maybe it’s my mediocre intelligence. Maybe the world is just fucking crazy.

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