I went up to the pub yesterday evening and it was quite busy. My brother was on duty, and I talked to someone I know socially. I had difficulty understanding what was said, because of all the hubbub, but managed to cope by lip-reading. I went outside for a fag and saw Cunt the First coming down the road, so I shot inside to warn my brother. I thought on my toes, and we had the scrabble board set up by the time the cunt arrived. A result. Mercifully he didn't stay too long. I will suggest to the landlord that they obtain an air raid siren, which we can use as a cunt alarm. It should be activated directly a cunt is sighted. Later on I played the keyboard for a bit. One of the odd bunch popped in very briefly, and it was lovely to see him.
After the customers had all gone, my brother and I had a really good talk about experiences and issues. Aspergers really leaves one vulnerable. I believe there is a species of person who recognises vulnerability from a great distance, and homes in on the person in order to use and exploit them. My brother and I have both had such experiences. I wish my brother could see his good points. He simply cannot understand yet how intelligent he is. He writes and plays his own songs. I can't make anything. All I can do is to interpret and analyse, for example when I play music, or talk about paintings or history. He speaks intelligently and with insight, but doesn't recognise that he has done so. I don't suffer fools gladly, and would not entertain the notion of talking to a rocking-horse. Let me assure you he is neither a fool, nor a rocking-horse. In spite of what he says about himself, he is one of the sanest and nicest blokes I know. I hope it won't be too much longer before he sees the good in himself. It's tragic.
Last night the weather turned nasty and it rained for a bit, but it didn't last. Today it's beautifully sunny and spring-like again.
It's lovely to come out of a deep depression.
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