Tuesday, 23 December 2014

A S D and mobility

I have decided to apply for a buss pass. I know I haven't had a full diagnosis, but I know that I am autistic. This is why I've never wanted to, or had the confidence to drive. I believe I am entitled to a buss pass, and shall apply for one once Christmas is over. Freedom of movement will greatly improve my quality of life. At the moment I am restricted to places within walking distance, unless the journey is absolutely necessary.

Shortly

It will be time for a bite to eat and a trawl of the charity shops. I'm still on the lookout for flat caps. They're so comfortable, and so much the better when they only cost £1.00.

Ghastly

A ginormous kid is sitting in the corner scoffing a huge bag of crisps, and guzzling his second tin of fizzy drinks. I wonder how he got that fat?

Optimism

I'm pleasantly surprised. When I went out for a fag just now, there was warm sunshine. Not bad for this time of year, eh?
We've just turned the corner of the shortest day of the year, so we will have increasing hours of daylight until June.
My diagnosis has left me feeling much calmer, knowing that after a small operation, the quality of my life is likely to improve. It's nice to have something to look forward to.

An A S D thing

I cannot cope with noise. And I mean it. It does my fucking head in. I get irritated and angry. There's one cunt who comes to the library just to talk loudly on his mobile. I can still hear him with the earplugs in. It shouldn't be allowed.

Reading

Yesterday I had another look at Down and out in eighteenth-century London by Tim Hitchcock. It's a fascinating read, and very well researched. I overlook the one paragraph where the word beggar is repeatedly spelled begger.
Going back in time, my own ancestors come from this sort of background. I wonder if they were already cunts back then. By extension I wonder if the poor people in Hitchcock's book were cunts too.

Ornithology

Poor owl. He looks so miserable. The friends who he belongs to hadn't even noticed, until I pointed it out. He's lovely.