Saturday, July 2, 2011
Statement of Principles
The thing that sometimes troubles me about sometimes typing some of the things that I sometimes type on this blog, is that I sometimes worry that some people will think: "So what makes your feelings so special?! So what's so unusual about you?!"
Because that's not why I type it. I type it because I think a lot of people must feel this way, because I can't possibly be alone, and maybe by typing it I can do some good for myself, and maybe sometimes someone else will see it and think, "That's just how I feel."
So -- if I have a mission for this blog, it's to reassure me that I am not alone, and to reassure others that they are not alone.
I've just been watching a heckova lot of British television tonight, and so the Asperger's part of me that wants to mimic everything I see wants to refer to my father as "me da'".
Me da' wrote back to me tonight, based on two previous posts: "I worry that you are still so far from healed"
Yah, so do I. But that just puts me in the same boat as millions of other people.
I've heard it said, here or there, "We're put here to suffer."
There's a lot to think about in those five words, especially when, dating back to Biblical times, there's always a class of people who emphatically are Not Suffering while the rest of us writhe.
Answers? I don't have any.
Apropos to nothing, last night I spent nearly $90 on 100 daffodil bulbs. I will make good use of them. In the garden? No! They will go all over my lawn. I will have daffodils next spring. Can't afford it, but, damn it, it's a Quality of Life issue.