Tag Archives: World Problems

Social Fumbling

I try hard to understand social cues and the like. To be honest, I am steadily getting better at it. Then I mess up something and I feel worthless each time.

The “fumble” in question had to do with political stuff. I have a democratic socialist viewpoint and majority of my family do not, or do not care enough.

That being said, I get in debates with various members of my family about the current President, Donald Trump. In my opinion he is incompetent and dangerous. Nothing that he has done has been beneficial to this country. Now, this is my opinion and I respect others rights to having their opinions. I think the critical thinking required to understand politics has helped me.

I hate that politics create rifts between me and other family members. It tears me up inside. I, from a moral standpoint and many others, can not support the current President.

The fact that I brought politics to this blog upsets me. I do not want to be that type of blog. I want it to help others on the autistic spectrum and those associated.

It seems when I mess up socially, I need to process it. I look back at the conversation for hours trying to figure what I could have done. I know this to a frivolous pursuit though. Learning to accept what the past is and using it as a learning tool should be how I approach it.

I am sitting at a table in the house staving off a panic attack because of this. Wishing I could change how I acted prior. Writing all of this is helping though.

I am going to continue doing my best, but I need others to know, I am not perfect. About as far away as you can be actually, but I’m trying.

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Anxiety that does not matter, stuff that does matter

Had an unusual thing happen today. I had a panic attack. Now, some of you are confused, but let me explain.

I had a panic attack and it did not matter. Calling it a panic attack is an overstatement in every sense of the word. It was an anxiety spike.

What did I do to said spike? I broke it. I silenced it. It is properly dead and buried. I’m laying down for the night and I’m listening to Dio’s Rainbow in the dark. I have to agree with the song. My demons are gone. They do not trouble me anymore.

Now, my rant.

I thought after what happened in Florida, I would be a wreck, but I’m not. Not trying to lessen what happened in Florida, but I feel good about this reaction.

Simply put, I was a person, in my teen’s, that was sympathic towards the shooter. I am in no way shape or form like that now, but my teen’s were a dark time for me.

I condemn what happend, but I am also realistic that nothing more can be done by me. I registered to vote for my new address and I am, unfortunately, resigned to the fact that it will happen again. I hate that more will die.

After inaction after Sandy Hook though, nothing will change. Nothing.

I hate politics, but I have decided to become a lot more active politically. I want to see the change that my generation can bring in.

It is not just a gun issue, same for mental health. It’s a moral issue. (I have to credit a writer for the Snapper for letting me edit an article of his for this perspective.)

America is sick and it needs to change. Not just one law banning bump stocks or something of that nature. We need reform. We need to take our country back. We need to break the stigma that our generation, the millennials, are useless, entitled, crybabie. Dammit, 17 people are dead. They are not coming back and that pisses me off.

Nazis, white supremacists, alt-right, and many other fringe groups have a choke hold on our country and I’m sick of it. I hate that a massacre had to happen to wake me up and get me angry.

I swear, things will change in this country. It’s about survival now and we need to get our heads back in the game. Stop being entitled. Stop acting like your better for whatever stupid reason you have. White people are not the best, neither are blacks, Latinos, Asian, gay, bisexual, what have you. We are all human and we need to come together and not hate each other.

Thanks for reading.

Why Do People feel insulting others is helpful?

I hear stories all the time that people are insulted by others. Some say it’s just the “real world,” but I cannot accept that. I cannot and will no longer accept that people are cruel. I believe that we as a people are a sadistic race. We crave blood, guts, and feel pleasure from others suffering. You could say, “I am not like that! I would never!” 

Your lying. America, no, the whole world is lying to itself and I have had enough. I do not care what defines you as a person, you have the right to be that person. Gay, black, female, person with a disability, anything, it does not matter. It shouldn’t matter. 

Yet, here we are, and it does matter. I have no comprehension why. Why do humans have to be superior? I don’t get that at all. “I’m white, over 21, yada yada.” It seems wrong to me that everyone has privilege now a days. White people in America seem to be the worse, but seeing that the only country I have ever been to outside of America is Canada, I have no right to include people from Europe in that statement. Or people from all across the world in fact. 

I am exercising my privilege just by writing what I just wrote. 

It sickens me. I am angry that humans are like this. Why are we like this? Not just white people either. Everyone seems like this. 

I am looking for answers to a question that cannot be answered. That is because no one is willing to accept the blame on this one. I won’t even accept the blame. I think I am helping by writing this, but this will upset someone and I gain pleasure from that. Even if the pleasure is unintentional. I am venting right now and it will backfire on someone. I apologize to that person or persons.

I am just so fed up with humans. I am fed up with cruelty and hate. I can’t do anything by myself and I can’t expect everyone to suddenly agree with me and try to help. No one agreed 100% ever.

I will close by asking for transparency by all. We as a race need ir.