praiseworthiness
I really need to write. I have been struggling to complete necessary chores and prep stuff for selling next weekend because my fascination with the new game, minecraft, is overtaking it all in my mind! I know this won't last forever but it's likely to take over the summer and winter at least. I do it that way. So things like this blog which is neither necessary, like dishes and caring for pets and plants, nor directly rewarding, like selling art or sharing on social media, takes a back seat. Well it's here, and I'm writing now, so it'll be here when I need it. That's it's purpose, getting stuff off my chest without annoying people.
People. They say things to me like "stop being so ... (insert brilliant idea here) and you'll get along better with people!" That's like saying to a coloured person "bleach your skin" in response to complaints of racism. My problem is I'm lonely because people are intolerant and impatient and unwilling to teach me how to behave around them. I can't figure it out the way they expect me to do, and they ostracize me. I do need to be taught like a child, but respected as a well educated and intelligent adult with a great deal of data in my immature head. Things go in that mental cauldron and magic comes out, I swear it. Lots of stink and bubbles too, yes, but it's worth it for the magic I extract. Or not. Apparently not. Maybe what I have to contribute is just too poor quality. I know I can't make myself do the extra measure of effort when nobody's going to notice or care. I used to. nobody ever noticed or cared. I used to imagine some one would notice and that drove me to incredible detail and effort but nobody ever did. Now I find myself being sloppy because it's quicker and easier and nobody cares so why should I?
Seriously, people, if you don't highlight the best in those around you, you won't get more of it.
There, that was the magic. Isn't it worth something? I'll send it out on twitter and find out.
See ya next crisis, weblog.
People. They say things to me like "stop being so ... (insert brilliant idea here) and you'll get along better with people!" That's like saying to a coloured person "bleach your skin" in response to complaints of racism. My problem is I'm lonely because people are intolerant and impatient and unwilling to teach me how to behave around them. I can't figure it out the way they expect me to do, and they ostracize me. I do need to be taught like a child, but respected as a well educated and intelligent adult with a great deal of data in my immature head. Things go in that mental cauldron and magic comes out, I swear it. Lots of stink and bubbles too, yes, but it's worth it for the magic I extract. Or not. Apparently not. Maybe what I have to contribute is just too poor quality. I know I can't make myself do the extra measure of effort when nobody's going to notice or care. I used to. nobody ever noticed or cared. I used to imagine some one would notice and that drove me to incredible detail and effort but nobody ever did. Now I find myself being sloppy because it's quicker and easier and nobody cares so why should I?
Seriously, people, if you don't highlight the best in those around you, you won't get more of it.
There, that was the magic. Isn't it worth something? I'll send it out on twitter and find out.
See ya next crisis, weblog.