Every time I start to wonder if I'm exaggerating about probably being autistic...
"Are you okay?" asks a concerned and somewhat motherly neurotypical staff member. Twice. You thought you were okay. Apparently you are not masking as well as you thought. This is a bad sign.
"Are you a robot?" asks a delighted child. You do not know how to reply.
You go to make an announcement over the intercom. You sound eerily like tour guide barbie. As soon as the mic is shut off, you go into a full body schlump and revert to sounding a bit more like... you're not sure, but it wasn't made by Mattel. At least, until you next have to talk to someone. Then you try to re-summon the spirit of barbie. It doesn't work.
A guest complains that you were intolerably rude. You do not know what you said. You are not entirely sure that you spoke to the person who claimed you were rude. You did not mean to be. You meant to go above and beyond to make sure they had a good time. Apparently, you failed, for reasons you do not and cannot understand. You are now cursed to review the actions with a fine toothed comb and growing confusion.
You retreat into a safe space for a blessed quarter of an hour and collapse against the wall. It should not be a comfortable position. You contemplate hiding under a desk.
The lights are too loud.
The sounds are too bright.
You simultaneously need to be hugged back into being human and will bite anyone who touches you gently.
Did plain water always have this much taste?
The thought of cooking dinner makes you want to cry, but going out is far worse; you'd have to talk to someone again and in your current state, you can't summon your barbie voice. Then it's nearly 9pm and all the restaurants are closed anyway, so you have to cook something. Thank the gods for tortellini. At least that's quick and easy.
You're crying, and nothing has happened quite bad enough to make you cry, but the emotions have been let out now and you can't shut them back down again.
Your brain starts looping every time you've accidentally fucked up a social interaction to the point of getting in trouble over the last five years. You wish you could delete the memories, since clearly you can't learn from them.
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Excuse my notes format and any errors, I’m sorta stuck mobile and this is an unedited WIP.
But, I dunno. I feel like Tumblr would like a tidbit look into my ‘Polites Lives’ AU - where every other horrible thing happens, but Polites manages to win the fate lottery and not die two sagas in.
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i've talked about it before, but man, the difference btwn how science is taught vs how it is to actually work in the field is really profound...like, "doing science" is often portrayed as solving a puzzle, but really it is more like trying to figure out whether the pieces you have even actually come together to form a puzzle at all!
except that's not exactly correct, because it could also be that the pieces are for a completely different puzzle than the one you expect, and you are tying to put it together in the wrong shape...
or there is something FUNDAMENTALLY WRONG with the puzzle, and everyone else has been putting together pieces that they shouldn't...OR there is something fundamentally wrong with your puzzle pieces specifically, and it is making you THINK there is something fundamentally wrong with the puzzle itself, but really.....
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i feel so bad for lan xichen. he was literally just nice but kind of clueless and his whole life got ruined. i’m so sorry that becoming a throuple didn’t save your marriage dude. i hope you make new friends who don’t kill each other
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