Ways in which I am weird

When ‘weird’ is defined by ‘not adhering to what most people would consider normal’. Then again, who said that they knew what normal is? And it does turn into ‘list of idiosyncrasies’ later on, which is not quite the same, I guess.

  • I am an introvert.
  • I am asexual.
  • I am bisexual. Bi-romantic would be a better word, given the previous point.
  • I have autism.
  • I still sleep with a stuffed bear.
  • I try to journal by hand on wobbly trains.
  • I have this total need to record things. (Like this list. And the weather. And keeping a diary. And where I parked my bike. Because I am afraid that I will forget where I left it in the parking [this has happened] and I will have to keep wandering the aisles looking for it until the end of time [it’s open 24/7] or until they kick me out for being a nuisance. Or I meltdown because of the frustration.)
  • I don’t handle frustration well.
  • I have a lot of stress, apparently.
  • I live at home.
  • I talk to cats who don’t even live here (as in, cats I meet on the streets. Not imaginary cats.)
  • My boyfriend is 22 years older than I am.
  • I have a deep aversion to talking about myself.
  • I think faster than I can talk or write. When talking, this can lead to me changing what I am saying two or three times before I reach the end of the sentence.
  • I worry about my gender-identity.
  • I worry I have chronic illnesses (like T2 diabetes), despite showing no symptoms of being anything other than healthy. -Ish.
  • I don’t know if I have the energy to have friends.
  • I talk to inanimate objects.
  • I believe things come to life when you’re not looking.
  • Inanimate objects have feelings and maybe souls.
  • I am afraid of things that go ‘Bump’ in the night.
  • I have people living in my head. Well, one extra person.
  • I don’t like being touched. As in, at all. Exceptions exist, of course, but on the whole, don’t touch me.
  • I hate being in large crowds. I need a way to get out of it if need be.
  • I have no to low self-esteem. (Team Dean for life, yo!)
  • Everything can be related back to pop culture. Everything.
  • I destroy shoes. (They don’t seem to last beyond six months before breaking down.)
  • I have no spatial awareness (as in, where I am in relation to other physical objects. Hence, I keep walking into things the entire damn time. Including the coffee-table, which has been in the same place for at least the past 10 years, and yet I seem to keep forgetting where it is.)
  • I get obsessed easily, but it never lasts long.
  • Seeing the moon makes me happy.
  • Being out in traffic makes me nervous.
  • I overheat when the temperature (in Celsius) gets into the double digits.
  • I get real stroppy real quick when I am hungry and/or tired.
  • I am doing bullet-journalling wrong. You’re not supposed to do ‘normal’ journalling with it, right? Ah, fuck it. It’s meant to be flexible.
  • Some of these things are ways in which the autism manifests itself, but fuck if I know what’s what.
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