Like Whatever

Extremely irksome as an autistic person to ask a clarifying question and be told you’re “splitting hairs” when you genuinely just don’t understand because there isn’t enough information. Like, buddy. This is me at my most basic level of “what do you mean by that.” You wanna see me split hairs? If you really saw how thin I could slice a hair you’d hurl

I will split a hair into smaller halves every hour my demands of mutual participation in communication are not met

does it get better? no. but does it stop getting worse? also no

bro locked in the cycle of hollowness & misery for eternity 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

i wish there was more social existence you could participate in laying down. I wish there were cafes that were two little futon beds parallel to each other with a low table in between so you could eat and drink while lounging. I wish there were group activities like painting or glazing clay or theaters that were designed to have beds and bed-height tables instead of chairs. I wish there were beds alongside benches outside for anyone to use. I wish air mattresses or roll-out beds were as common as cheap shitty chairs at things like barbeques, beaches, and concerts. so much life would open up to me and be enjoyable if I could lay down instead of sitting or standing for prolonged periods and completely wearing myself down with pain.

“the more you know” i don’t want to know any more. anymore

i have had ENOUGH❗️

I have loved people i should’ve beaten with sticks instead LOL