I should get back to my baking routine, breads and breadrolls, but the summer is starting to become more warm so I prefer to not heat up the oven.. Or that's at least what I use for an excuse. I got a sourdough, a bit over 3 years old, living in my fridge. He has a name.
Not feeling very fresh, I quit a certain medication and it will take months to get back to "normal" so yeah, I have been pretty miserable today. And past few days. Just a bunch of weird symptoms, but all are expected and listed. No way to ease, just trying to sleep lots, eat well and do some excercising. Still, pretty miserable. Thank god I'm unemployed during this..
In-laws took the family to a fancy resort. It's beautiful but also autistic hell. Everyone turns and greets you when you walk past. I think it's in their contract. There are never not people in your periphery trying to engage.
The only place to hide is the room, and even then they text your father-in-law worried about the situation and wonder when they could possibly come in to remake the bed. Nothing costs less than $25. I'm hyper-aware of the huge markup and it bothers me, even if the in-laws are picking up the tab for most of it. Actually, especially because they're picking up the tab for it.
It all came to a head in the fancy restaurant last night. I was buttering some bread for my daughter and knocked a cocktail over on my lap. Was immediately surrounded by four people with napkins and all I wanted to do was crawl under the table. So I made it their problem.
"I'll get you another cocktail immediately"
"Ya sure? You saw what I did with the last one."
The head waiter offered to pour the gravy on my main course and I told him it was best for the safety and well-being of the table if he did just that. I asked him if any of the desserts were on fire and what kind of fire safety equipment they had. Stuff like that.
Internally I was mortified and just wanted to go back to the room but apparently my inner Marx brother took over and I don't want to go anywhere this morning.
Anyway we're going to be on a boat and I've already been informed that they'll take my shoes. What a neat experience. Trying to just go with it and I'm aware of how awful I sound. I just want to hide for the rest of the week
I've had so many friends, family, and coworkers go on resort vacations and cruises. Almost always their reviews are incredibly positive. Most of them go back and do it again and again every year, or more. And yet, everything they describe sounds absolutely awful to me.
The other half of my polycule went on a cruise earlier this year, and in all of their text updates about meeting new peooek and doing a lot of novel structures activities on the boat it was really hard for me tl be enthusiastic and supportive about them enjoying what sounds like hell to me. They seem to be trying to convince my wife and I to join them one year.
They also recently went to Vegas and... Wow I can't think of any city I woukd ever want to visit less. So of course we did already agree to join them on their annual trip next year. I'm already dreading it. Currently I'm on a break from weed to clear my head and deal with things, and I want to generally be sober when I deal with the outside world, but I suspect I will spend a lot of that trip stoned. My wife and I already talked about trying to find a library or somewhere to chill while our bf and gf get their dopamine hits from the slot machines.
At a recent family gathering, we talked about traveling and my (also autistic) sister said that she likes to go visit new cities, but prefers to do it alone. No friends, no husband, no children. She wants to be able to wander without being concerned about anyone else's wants or needs. That has stuck in my mind ever since.
Yeah, Vegas is nuts. My wife and I eloped down there and spent one too many days: by the last night we just stationed ourselves in the hotel room, watched MASH reruns, and drank the prosecco we scored on the flight down.
Stuff about Vegas: everything costs money. It's hard to exist somewhere hospitable for free. I started thinking about it in terms of renting air conditioning with the price of a margarita. Also, people will approach you immediately and try to sell you cheap shows. Tell them to go away; once an initial person hits you up, the rest seem to know and stay away. Don't worry about being an asshole; sometimes being an asshole is the correct course of action.
We had one guy in an official vest walk up and tell us he had to detain us..... because we were allowing the lovely ladies with us to walk right past his bar. I fucking unloaded on him and he disappeared. Nobody bugged us in that area after that.
If you find yourself on a casino floor, get a drink and tell everyone that every table you walk up to starts losing immediately. They'll leave you alone. On the upside, you can smoke cigarettes pretty much anywhere, inside or out.
We stayed on Fremont, which is kind of insane but also kind of fun. You'll see a lot of people dressed up like... I dunno wookies or hunter thompson or whatever. Don't randomly take their pictures: if you do, you'll have to pay them. Once you get beyond Fremont or the Strip, it's just like any other town. Library sounds like an awesome idea.
I should get back to my baking routine, breads and breadrolls, but the summer is starting to become more warm so I prefer to not heat up the oven.. Or that's at least what I use for an excuse. I got a sourdough, a bit over 3 years old, living in my fridge. He has a name.
Not feeling very fresh, I quit a certain medication and it will take months to get back to "normal" so yeah, I have been pretty miserable today. And past few days. Just a bunch of weird symptoms, but all are expected and listed. No way to ease, just trying to sleep lots, eat well and do some excercising. Still, pretty miserable. Thank god I'm unemployed during this..
In-laws took the family to a fancy resort. It's beautiful but also autistic hell. Everyone turns and greets you when you walk past. I think it's in their contract. There are never not people in your periphery trying to engage.
The only place to hide is the room, and even then they text your father-in-law worried about the situation and wonder when they could possibly come in to remake the bed. Nothing costs less than $25. I'm hyper-aware of the huge markup and it bothers me, even if the in-laws are picking up the tab for most of it. Actually, especially because they're picking up the tab for it.
It all came to a head in the fancy restaurant last night. I was buttering some bread for my daughter and knocked a cocktail over on my lap. Was immediately surrounded by four people with napkins and all I wanted to do was crawl under the table. So I made it their problem.
"I'll get you another cocktail immediately"
"Ya sure? You saw what I did with the last one."
The head waiter offered to pour the gravy on my main course and I told him it was best for the safety and well-being of the table if he did just that. I asked him if any of the desserts were on fire and what kind of fire safety equipment they had. Stuff like that.
Internally I was mortified and just wanted to go back to the room but apparently my inner Marx brother took over and I don't want to go anywhere this morning.
Anyway we're going to be on a boat and I've already been informed that they'll take my shoes. What a neat experience. Trying to just go with it and I'm aware of how awful I sound. I just want to hide for the rest of the week
I've had so many friends, family, and coworkers go on resort vacations and cruises. Almost always their reviews are incredibly positive. Most of them go back and do it again and again every year, or more. And yet, everything they describe sounds absolutely awful to me.
The other half of my polycule went on a cruise earlier this year, and in all of their text updates about meeting new peooek and doing a lot of novel structures activities on the boat it was really hard for me tl be enthusiastic and supportive about them enjoying what sounds like hell to me. They seem to be trying to convince my wife and I to join them one year.
They also recently went to Vegas and... Wow I can't think of any city I woukd ever want to visit less. So of course we did already agree to join them on their annual trip next year. I'm already dreading it. Currently I'm on a break from weed to clear my head and deal with things, and I want to generally be sober when I deal with the outside world, but I suspect I will spend a lot of that trip stoned. My wife and I already talked about trying to find a library or somewhere to chill while our bf and gf get their dopamine hits from the slot machines.
At a recent family gathering, we talked about traveling and my (also autistic) sister said that she likes to go visit new cities, but prefers to do it alone. No friends, no husband, no children. She wants to be able to wander without being concerned about anyone else's wants or needs. That has stuck in my mind ever since.
Yeah, Vegas is nuts. My wife and I eloped down there and spent one too many days: by the last night we just stationed ourselves in the hotel room, watched MASH reruns, and drank the prosecco we scored on the flight down.
Stuff about Vegas: everything costs money. It's hard to exist somewhere hospitable for free. I started thinking about it in terms of renting air conditioning with the price of a margarita. Also, people will approach you immediately and try to sell you cheap shows. Tell them to go away; once an initial person hits you up, the rest seem to know and stay away. Don't worry about being an asshole; sometimes being an asshole is the correct course of action.
We had one guy in an official vest walk up and tell us he had to detain us..... because we were allowing the lovely ladies with us to walk right past his bar. I fucking unloaded on him and he disappeared. Nobody bugged us in that area after that.
If you find yourself on a casino floor, get a drink and tell everyone that every table you walk up to starts losing immediately. They'll leave you alone. On the upside, you can smoke cigarettes pretty much anywhere, inside or out.
We stayed on Fremont, which is kind of insane but also kind of fun. You'll see a lot of people dressed up like... I dunno wookies or hunter thompson or whatever. Don't randomly take their pictures: if you do, you'll have to pay them. Once you get beyond Fremont or the Strip, it's just like any other town. Library sounds like an awesome idea.