Sometimes small social things, even figuring out how to say bye, can be an overwhelming, intricate puzzle of inconsistent alien behaviors that catch me off guard every time. It often feels like it's Opposite Day: I do or say something with a well-meaning intention, and then POW! The exact opposite happens and slaps me across the face before I can figure out what's happening or where I went wrong. It can feel like I'm in that old Star Trek episode when bad Spock had a goatee.
This requires me to explain myself often. Cruelly, in the moment when I actually need to explain, I might be overwhelmed, and words won't work. It's a mind fuck.
It's frustrating for me and other people, and it can be boring.
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