Waaaay tl;dr: (1) Self-awareness. (2) Filters. Get some. Use some.
Erebody else, feel free to save yourselves a couple of minutes or hours and move on to another post.
So I have no idea why you do the things you do, just as I have no idea why Behr or Gordon or Slice do what they do, all of whom have startled me greatly at one time or another. You have the right to act here however you like, within Freak’s tolerance levels, as we all do. What neither you nor the rest of us have the right to do is force others to accept our quirkiness without objection. Everyone gets to say “Naw, man,” and walk away.
You always bring up the “why me” thing. That gets into how my mind works, I suppose. I am firmly on the autism spectrum (and like it, btw.) For those unfamiliar with ASD, think Sheldon on Big Bang Theory I guess (I’ve never watched it) or Greta Thunberg IRL. I’m a very watered-down version of Greta, to be sure, and the now-unused term Asperger’s Syndrome fits me to a T instead. I don’t understand other people at all, but I’m fascinated by them, and I’ve spent nearly 70 years trying to figure them out and how to interact in a way that they are comfortable with me, and I am comfortable with them, while at the same time not being dishonest to myself or requiring that they be the same to themselves. Not fakes, in other words, but accepting that we’re different, and that this is fine; interesting, even, as we find common ground with one another.
Whenever someone is wired differently (= neurodivergent) from others, as I am, life becomes like being an eternal tourist in a foreign country. You spend a lot of time trying to figure out the common mannerisms and learn what everyone else has known and understood since birth, not to mention learning the language and all the various accents. Some on the spectrum struggle with the entire concept of answering “How are you?”, because many of us are very, very literal and feel impelled to verbally download everything that has happened to us in the most recent measurable span of time, as I suppose I am doing now. We literally have to be taught that “How are you?” means “Hello, fellow human, I acknowledge you and send vague but good vibes in your direction.”
So (desperately attempts to drag this thing back on some sort of track), my particular version of ASD, which involves a bit of an obsession with patterns, is this: I get really crazy when I feel that someone is illogical or dishonest (also unkind/ unfair.) The illogical/ dishonest bit means that they are being inconsistent with what I have seen them reveal of themselves. If someone consistently is all Go Vols, but for an individual game they’re suddenly Go Fightin’ Veeblesnorpers against UT, I get all wat-wat-wat-wat-wat. And if someone consistently acts as if they somewhat grasp the reality of what women (including their wives) have to put up with from total strangers on a daily basis, but then express best wishes for a woman’s new baby followed immediately by publicly hoping that he gets to see her whip out her boob to feed said child, then piss on ‘em. That is inconsistent with what they’ve said before, which feels very like a lie. Now if every third post mentions their wish that one woman or another would whip out a boob (possibly two), then I just roll my eyes and go on. No inconsistency there with previous posts.
FWIW, I adore most inconsistencies, because I like to see patterns break.
@volfanbill ’s Legos give me enormous joy, not least because I know that I will never step on one barefoot at 2 am. But that doesn’t contradict all the other things he’s revealed. It just opens a door into another room. But of course, you’ve managed to get on his bad side too; oh well. - apologies Bill for @ ing you into this mess.
So you be you, I’m really not trying to fix you, I’m just baffled by your all-over-the-map stuff.