All I really want in life is to become a genuinely good, nice, kind, caring, productive person.
We’re all living beings trying to figure out how to live better, but we’re not all capable of the same things or moving at the same pace and we never, EVER will be, so we have to let that dream die already. Please try to have some patience & tolerance for those of us who are a little slower at this process than you might be. We’d REALLY appreciate it.
I’ve noticed that things have been going very well for you recently. One might even say that almost all of your dreams have been coming true in the sense that opportunity after opportunity to accomplish your goals has presented itself & continues to do so. That’s pretty rad, dude. Grats & stuff.
I haven’t made a blog post in a while.
I haven’t updated my social media accounts either.
So, why is this?
Here’s the full story.
One of the most universally “autistic” struggles I undergo is requiring a certain level of precision of language in order to be able to process the new information I’m receiving in a meaningful way.
Someone asked me to explain why I like being autistic. I suppose it’s because there’s still a lot of stigma & misunderstanding about what autism really is. So, for those who are curious, here’s my personal experience w/ my particular flavor of autism (because it’s different for everyone).
Eulogy for my grandfather, Ric Masten, only a decade too late.
My first memories…