Monday, June 25, 2012
Leeches and cloaks
You have no idea what it is like to be me. But that is ok because I don't know what it is like to be you. I can hazard an educated guess that if you are reading this you are either like me but yet not exactly like me or you are different, completely and profoundly different and you really are trying to understand what it is like to have autism woven into your DNA and cloak you in its deception that isolation is bliss and silence is golden. Hope the future is not bleak, monotonous and hopeless.
Sad to be trapped and endurance with optimism is sometimes draining and I wonder how life will unravel like wool from a yarn. Nobody likes sadness or hearing about it. It can be more deadly than knife stabbings. It is like thousand leeches all over you until all the blood is drained out. Nobody wants to be near you in case you throw the leeches at them as you try to tear them off your skin. You want to scream, to punch and run but you are trapped by a body that does not care that you are fighting for your life.
Autism attracts ravenous leeches. Anyone offering salt?
Sunday, June 3, 2012
Spacious Rumblings
Blog time is spacious time. The journey of writing and flexing of hounding muscles and sheer willpower in the maze of academic rigour has been consuming all energy. Yes blogging is a space where I can cast off all restraint and just let my finger waffle on.
Happy goes a soul who is content in who they are in what they have. You may find it hard to settle in rhythm of cushioned peace in the din of chaos while nutting out the world's problems. Crazier things could collide like obsessive straightening of runaway threads on well loved clothes, gawking by unkindly teenagers and the realisation that there are many annoying things one cannot change.
Things that could make things easier to bear are the murmurs of melodic hope and inspiration rippling austerity. A reflection on how far you have come can spur oneself to continue to the next goal how ever impossible it may be.
From the pirate of thoughtful rumblings and funny snapshots,
The bold one-eyed pirate.
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Happy goes a soul who is content in who they are in what they have. You may find it hard to settle in rhythm of cushioned peace in the din of chaos while nutting out the world's problems. Crazier things could collide like obsessive straightening of runaway threads on well loved clothes, gawking by unkindly teenagers and the realisation that there are many annoying things one cannot change.
Things that could make things easier to bear are the murmurs of melodic hope and inspiration rippling austerity. A reflection on how far you have come can spur oneself to continue to the next goal how ever impossible it may be.
From the pirate of thoughtful rumblings and funny snapshots,
The bold one-eyed pirate.
[Typing time: 32mins]
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