Well, the white walls do make it look rather sterile but it seems to be very cosy in here with all the padding on the walls doesn't it?
I don't mean to be rude but the jacket you've provided me seems to be too small, are you sure you got the right size?
I can't move my arms and I have an itch on my nose.
Would you please scratch it for me?
Thanks for that.
Why do I think I'm here?
I don't think it, I know why I'm in here.
I've entered all these contests for a free holiday in Queensland, stating in twenty five words or less why I should be sipping from a glass with a little umbrella in it, dozing on the impossibly white sands in a skimpy bikini designed by Jennifer Hawkins whilst whales play happily in the waves and the fuckers in charge can't even send me pissy second prize.
The relaxing and calm atmosphere in here is the next best thing, believe me.
I don't know why I should be telling you about myself. They warn people these days especially not to post things on the internet, like pictures of yourself and personal information because it could be quite dangerous.
Besides, finding out who I am is your job, not mine.
My job?
Well.
I shuffle bits of paper.
Sometimes I write on them.
Then I might staple them.
Occasionally, I'll sign things.
It's all fascinating stuff.
This pill is rather large you've given me.
Can I curl it under my tongue and pretend I've taken it?
No?
Ok, I'll swallow.
I normally wouldn't do that sort of thing but you seem quite nice and I like you.
I'm feeling rather sleepy now but I have two sons who need me you know.
Could I go home now please?
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Sometimes telling other people about yourself is a way towards working out things. But only if you don't have a close relationship with those people.
People you know just see the person you think they can handle.
This post reminds me of a post I did ages ago. Interestingly, nobody commented on it.
http://lindasphere.blogspot.com/2007/09/imposter.html
Your insight is quite beautiful.
Letting it out here is remarkably easy and perhaps why I find it so liberating.
"Frequently in my head I am in a completely different world. My mouth opens and lets the appropriate words come out that will satisfy the person who is asking the questions. Somehow I remember it all, but mostly I just live in a space in my head in which I think about things that please me".
That's what I love about that special place in the brain, it's a private place where there are no demands to conform, please or act appropriately with no-one to judge or rebuke..
Hi Anna,
I've never read a post that was disarming, personable and yet evoked questions.
I will be reading this again several times. Perhaps I should have waited to comment but that's just how I am.
U
I don't know why I'm commenting becasue I'm not sure I understood all of it, but I liked it.
OK. I'll be going now.
U - You don't have to wait at all before commenting and may interpret it any way you like..
La Piazza - As long as you like it, it doesn't really matter.
Don't tell anyone I said that, will you????
Long time eh? Lol, I was just going through my email acct at MS and came across some of our old messages. Then I remembered this blog.
An Aspie? Interesting, I seem to know a few people with it. Like you though, you wouldn't know it unless told.
Damn, my brain tricks me into thinking I can smell food cooking when I visit your blogs.
Be well mate.
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