11-11-2017, 03:29 PM
Thanks for sharing, you two. I really enjoyed reading these. C_A your friends kind of remind me of my own ragtag group of misfits, and I relate to that challenging friend of yours, Glow. I have a young lady friend who when I met we just clicked like magic and came to the conclusion that we were soul sibling or something. She had a history of sexual abuse, and a big catalyst for me is watching this friend I love just destroy herself in so many ways, and trying not to get triggered from the stories of self-destruction she tells me. She's clearly a wounded wanderer, like so many others.
Friends were not something I really thought about as a child. I'd just walk around at lunchtime at school trying very hard to shoot energy beams from my hands. To no avail, sadly. Good thing though, because I would have been disintegrating the other kids back then. So friends have not been a priority for me since a young age, though I met and strongly bonded with a select few individuals. It was only in my teenage years I actually began trying to make friends in a more general sense, like wanting to be popular. It is only more recently still that I have actually appreciated having these close friends and recognised the blessing that is having these very close and clear mirrors of personality.
My best friend is my little brother. He was diagnosed HFA at a young age, and is really just one of the weirdest and funniest characters you'll ever meet. See, he's autistic, but at the same time he's amazingly self-confident and intelligent. He wasn't born human, so he's just used his intellect over the years to make do, and the result is hilarious. My sense of humour is completely warped by my life with this kid, I can't laugh at conventional stand up now. My brother actually coined a term for the kind of transcendental ridiculousness which he, and often I too, engage in: Divine Humour. Occasionally he'll pull thoughts out of my head since we've developed a psychic link. The time I definitely figured out this was happening was when I came home from uni and began telling my brother about an old classmate I'd met on the train. Mind you this classmate was an unknown individual to my brother. Somehow I completely forgot this guy's name just 30 minutes after seeing him, only for his name to then be blurted out by my little brother. I was like, "wait, how did you know it was A?" My brother replies with, "who's A?" Then we both just stood there in the silent and profound knowledge that some kind of psychic transfer had occurred. I really love the kid, I can't imagine having to be alone in this house without him and his constant assaults on my sanity. I used to be so horrible to him when we were younger though. Just lately he completely tore me apart for all my accumulated trespasses over the years. I didn't protest, it had been a long time coming. I'm just glad things are better nowadays, and it that means I have to endure some long overdue complaints about my behaviour then so be it.
I could write one of these for each of my few close friends but the sun's coming up and I think that means bedtime. I hope to hear of some more people and experiences when I awake.
Friends were not something I really thought about as a child. I'd just walk around at lunchtime at school trying very hard to shoot energy beams from my hands. To no avail, sadly. Good thing though, because I would have been disintegrating the other kids back then. So friends have not been a priority for me since a young age, though I met and strongly bonded with a select few individuals. It was only in my teenage years I actually began trying to make friends in a more general sense, like wanting to be popular. It is only more recently still that I have actually appreciated having these close friends and recognised the blessing that is having these very close and clear mirrors of personality.
My best friend is my little brother. He was diagnosed HFA at a young age, and is really just one of the weirdest and funniest characters you'll ever meet. See, he's autistic, but at the same time he's amazingly self-confident and intelligent. He wasn't born human, so he's just used his intellect over the years to make do, and the result is hilarious. My sense of humour is completely warped by my life with this kid, I can't laugh at conventional stand up now. My brother actually coined a term for the kind of transcendental ridiculousness which he, and often I too, engage in: Divine Humour. Occasionally he'll pull thoughts out of my head since we've developed a psychic link. The time I definitely figured out this was happening was when I came home from uni and began telling my brother about an old classmate I'd met on the train. Mind you this classmate was an unknown individual to my brother. Somehow I completely forgot this guy's name just 30 minutes after seeing him, only for his name to then be blurted out by my little brother. I was like, "wait, how did you know it was A?" My brother replies with, "who's A?" Then we both just stood there in the silent and profound knowledge that some kind of psychic transfer had occurred. I really love the kid, I can't imagine having to be alone in this house without him and his constant assaults on my sanity. I used to be so horrible to him when we were younger though. Just lately he completely tore me apart for all my accumulated trespasses over the years. I didn't protest, it had been a long time coming. I'm just glad things are better nowadays, and it that means I have to endure some long overdue complaints about my behaviour then so be it.
I could write one of these for each of my few close friends but the sun's coming up and I think that means bedtime. I hope to hear of some more people and experiences when I awake.
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