A repost of a web-diary that predated the term blog - as previous hosting is disappearing it can now go here.
24 October 1998 - 29 July 1999 originally published on geocties.
August 1999 - 2012 originally published on ihug.
Disclaimer
Though a "Diary" my online diary is a work of FICTION.It may at times strongly reflect actual events of my life, often how I honestly perceived them and display my genuine reactions. But not always and everything contained within should be treated as a fiction.
This is also a personal diary, so by reading it you are violating my privacy. And as it is a personal diary you are not allowed to hold anything you read in it against me, as you shouldn't have been reading it anyway.
Also, this diary is not to be read by anyone who has gone out with me, would like to go out with me in the future, or suspects I may like to go out with them.
Sunday, 10 March 2019
Family, you can’t kill them... unless you can.
Now being guilted for picking on him.
Family.....
He returned when messaged for dinner. And in time to then just fight with Uncle Johnny.
I understand it is an autism spectrum thing that doesn’t allow for grey zones, but it gets very frustrating to be around. It stacks poorly with a tendency we both have to extrapolate from the info we have and run on the generated assumption - unfortunately the ASD makes him less able to adjust to new information modifying the assumption. It leds to rage arguing when it is really unnecessary to argue any amount at all.
And Johnny is kind of an arsehole, so the combination has been exceedingly unpleasant to be around.
I am trying to find an interpretation for Johnny that isn’t just an arsehole, but I don’t think that there is one.
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