Maerman

And tonight, when I dream it will be

That the junkies spent all the drug money on

Community gardens and collective housing

And the punk kids who moved in the ghetto

Have started meeting their neighbors besides the angry ones

With the yards

That their friends and their dogs have been puking and shitting on

And the anarchists have started

Filling potholes, collecting garbage

To prove we don't need governments to do these things

And I'll wake up, burning Time's Square as we sing

"Throw your hands in the air 'cause property is robbery!"

As the Discordians say, "In five years, a complete stranger with your memories will inhabit your body. But don't fret; another five years and they'll be gone as well."

Good question. He was mostly lucid and coherent on our last phone call, but that was a few months ago. I never knew him that well, so it's difficult for me to gauge. I'll have to check in again.

So fun story. I knew a guy who was a teetotaler in high school. Dude didn't even drink coffee. We drifted apart for a few years and got back in touch. He decided to come and visit me. The night he shows up, he drinks 6 500ml beers in an hour and a half, gets weepy, and talks about wanting to strangle his sister. He was with me for almost two weeks.

Yeah, I tried to emphasize that it's not a super common thing. But it does bug me when it happens, and I was thinking about it today. I'm happy to hear you have figured out a way to be more comfortable in the world.

First off, I love your username. Secondly, you're right. It's a generalization. For the sake of clarity, I could have written it as, "Most neurotypical people don't learn masking to the extent that neurodiverse people generally need to, because the natural behaviour of neurotypical people is more readily accepted by their peers and society at large. Hence the moniker neurotypical."

The thing is, I don't really edit my blog posts. I just write a thing and hit publish. I thought the subject matter might interest some people in this community, so I shared the link. I didn't think about it very long. It is absolutely appropriate to call me out for a poorly-worded assertion, and I thank you for the feedback. I will keep it in mind going forward.

I mean, for gen alpha, that's an intentional effect. Tech is becoming more and more obfuscated by design.

This reminds me of a couplet in a Greg Freeman song: "Clenched fists find God in rough landings, and tonight it's gonna snow."

This reads like the author is processing a breakup.

This is fucking poetry. Escaping from sincerity.

Mother God bless us!

Wait. Does this mean I've been a real boy all this time?