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Showing posts with label loneliness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label loneliness. Show all posts

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Asperger-ish?

I took this test to determine the possibility that my discomfort in social situations and inability to interact with people in a socially adept way may indicate Asperger's syndrome.
I scored a 29. According to their scale:
Average woman scores 15. Average female scientist scores 17. Average man scores 18. Average male scientist scores 19. Average computer scientist of either sex scores 21. Average mathematician scores 24.
Scores over 32 indicate possible Asperger's or high functioning autism.
I am not saying that I am a genius by any means, but I actually did a test to see if I could get into Mensa, and I can (in spite of my incredibly shitty understanding of math.) I did not join, but it was interesting to know that I could, because I took the test as a lark. I was actually judged as being borderline retarded because of my poor scoring on the Ravens test (a type of IQ test that determines pattern recognition abilities) when I was twelve years old. What I learned was that I am not in fact retarded (except socially, evidently) but I am somewhat dyslexic. This surprised me because I am better than average at spelling, but I do have to triple check any number to make sure that I have it correct. 
I may not have Asperger's syndrome, but the test that I took does reflect that I have a terrible ability to mesh with normal society, because I don't think like "normal" people do. I'm not antisocial but I am somewhat asocial. I don't care a thing for being fashionable or looking or acting like everyone else. I notice what people look like and am in fact fascinated by facial features, different hair and skin colors, and figuring out what a person's heritage may be based on these factors. I also started noticing people who might have disorders in their genotype based on its expression their phenotype. For instance, you may enjoy this essay on Marfan Syndrome, a genetic mutation on the 15th chromosome which interferes with the production of fibrillin.
There's an old song by Rod Stewart, the main line of which is "she's just a little misunderstood, that's all."
People do tend to misunderstand my intentions. They get angry at the way I put things under a microscope, yet get angry at the way I find it impossible to categorize things in the same way that they do. Other women want to talk about how "hot" guys are. I may know if a guy is attractive to me, though my perceptions of attractive tend to be radically different from other people's. But I wouldn't know "hot" from the proper measurements to make nitroglycerin. I will not feel "hot" for somebody unless I have gotten to know something about him and there is reason to. To me, "hot" is a feeling, not an arbitrary attribute. I could go on all day about why certain facial features may or may not make a person attractive given another person's perspective. But is he hot? I don't know. That's subjective. Is he "hot" to you? Fine, that's how you feel. Does it really matter whether or not I do? I don't know the guy. I don't really feel it is right of me to pass such a value judgment on him.
It's this sort of thing that tends to alienate me from the crowd. I am not willing to pass a value judgment on another person based on his or her physical appearance. Some of the ugliest people are packaged in technically pretty wrappings, and some of the most beautiful people have external packages that may be a little the worse for wear. I tend to prefer the ones who are a little rough around the edges externally but beautiful inside to the ones who are considered beautiful outside but either have nothing on the inside, or worse, have nothing but ugliness there. Getting to know some people is like unwrapping a pretty box filled with cockroaches and centipedes. It is very traumatic and destructive.
One of my problems is that whenever a connection is severed, I tend to think about it obsessively to the point that my productivity is compromised. I am not sure if this is a feature of my OCD, a feature of my borderline personality disorder, if I actually have a degree of Asperger's, or a combination of the three. A lot of these disorders express co-morbidly. There may be overlapping features. 
I may be hard to figure--hell, I've really never figured myself out. But I do want to have friends. I'm very lonely. I may be incapable of being a social butterfly, but I'd love it if someone understood me a little. I hate looking in my email and finding nothing but fucking penny stock picks and advertisements. I wish that sometimes I'd get an email from a person.
I hope that maybe someone reading this will understand me just a little.

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Bad Friendship Blues

You were a bad friend
Who only wanted to use me for your own ends
And I should be glad that you went away
But I guess I'm lonely and pathetic
And even though I should forget it
I wish I still had a friend
Even if they were a bad one
That didn't give a damn about me
Only what I had to offer
And why can't I just see
That I'm so much better off
Without you in my life to use me
I just wish I had someone to talk to
Wish I could meet a real friend
One that thought I was a cool friend
And wouldn't make me a fool in the end
Don't want no more users
Don't want no more takers
I wish I had a real friend
Fucking sick of fakers
But right now I'm feeling lonely
I'm near my wit's end
You know it's a bad time
When you start missing a bad friend.

Bad song thought up by the Cheesy One, sitting alone at a quarter to eight, thinking about getting ready to go to a job she may not hate but is pretty damn tired of.

Monday, June 28, 2010

Alone

In this entire world I have not one single real friend. Not one person who will be there for me when I get low. Not one single person whom I can trust not to talk behind my back about me. Tell me, exactly why am I supposed to be okay with this? I have to accept it, I have no choice but to accept it. But no, I am not going to complacently think that "this is for my good." It's a bunch of shit. 
And for fuck's sake, I AM NOT PLANNING SUICIDE! I am just thinking out loud, in my own company. No-one else here, is there? I think not.
If I did not have a bunch of things depending on me: my son, my critters, I would do it. But that is not the case.
Not single one of y'all who are sitting in judgment of me know my heart. Not one of you care. You only want to sit in judgment of me and talk bad about me, doubt my experiences, doubt my words. You don't know me. And since you don't know me, keep your judgments to yourself.
I had a fair number of days where I was in balance. Now I am on the down low and no-one remembers. Nobody ever said hey I'm proud of you when I was doing better. Nobody said shit. 
There is this pathetic part of me that still thinks it needs people. Stupid waste of head space. I will kill this part off sooner or later. Right now it is bothering the fuck out of me. But I tell you this. I was strong enough to kill the need for romantic love, which is the most purely bullshit concept in the Universe. I will kill the need for friendship as well. It is clear to me that nobody will miss me. Well, that hurts right now. But one day it won't. And on that day when someone thinks they need me, I won't be there.

Dear Friends

If I still have any.
I sent some of you a rather desperate email yesterday. I now feel desperately ashamed for doing so. I want you all to know that I am NOT suicidal. I have NOT been doing any acts of self-injury. I am depressed right now, but there is a shit ton of stuff going on in my life, plus (sorry dudes) Aunt Flo is about to arrive and that always turns me into a raging bitch or a clingy cry baby. 
A change of meds has been suggested. I appreciate the concern but here is the thing about meds. I cannot tolerate the majority of pharmaceutical medications no matter what they are for. I have bad reactions to them. Antidepressants in specific make me psychotic. Depressed is one thing. Psychotic is another. As I am not normally psychotic, it is not a condition I am used to and I assure you, it is not one I enjoy. So please, though we are all trained to think "antidepressant," they don't work for me the way they are supposed to.
Therapy has also been suggested. I would consider this except that I literally cannot afford it. And I've really never had any luck with it.
As to anything else, I was lonely. Only this and nothing more. There is no need to read anything else into it. And I'm fucking sorry I reached out like that. So, let's all forget about it and go on about our lives, shall we?
Sincerely,
The Cheesy One

Saturday, June 26, 2010

So lonely

I try to avoid whining like this these days because I know it's so pathetic. But I'm really lonely. Nobody reads or comments on my posts here or my blurbs on Facebook. I haven't gotten a personal email in a long time. I know I'm a real odd character and nobody gets me. It's probably got a logical, annoying explanation like people with borderline personality disorder don't do well with being alone. If that's the case what the shit fuck am I going to do when my annoying parents who never gave me jack shit for emotional support but whom I'm completely enmeshed with die, my brother is living 1000 miles away, and my son has his own life and no longer needs his old maw? The first person who tells me to get a boyfriend gets a hammer to the privates. The first one who tells me to get a girlfriend gets bitch slapped. I'm straight, but I'll take it easy on you if you didn't know that. With the guy thing you get worse because it actually pains me a bit to know that this is something that is impossible for me. With all my mental and physical problems, such a relationship is quite out of the question. I either end up with abusive guys or I fuck things up either way, or they die on me, or some other happy horseshit like that. Anyway, don't want that, and it is not a good idea, so don't suggest it.
I don't do a lot of wallowing any more about what should have been but sometimes with all the shit that didn't go right and when I'm alone I can't help it. Seems like I've lost my spiritual connection too and really this world just plain scares me. I wish I could be productive right now, I really do. Maybe I'll take a bath and get me a snack and try to work on something. It's better than wallowing.
Shit fuck, I'm lonely right now.


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