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Socially mandated love
“Hi!”
“AAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaa… You scared me. I did not see you there, crouching behind the couch.”
“Oh, sorry! I just wanted to surprise you on this day of celebration.”
“You’ve surprised me, so mission accomplished!”
“But that’s not all. My coworkers managed to shame me into performing socially mandated gestures to demonstrate my love for you.”
“Okay.”
“Like giving you this set of dead plants.”
“Oh, flowers. You took upon yourself to go to the florist. How thoughtful!”
“Yes. Though, I think florist is a bad name. They should be called flower undertakers.”
“The socially mandated response is to thank you. So thank you!”
“You’re welcome. Here is a card for you. Open it.”
“Give me a second.”
“None of the cards at the store conveyed the exact message I had in mind. So I edited the message.”
“I see that. How thoughtful! Crossing out the word ‘forever’ is quite sensible.”
“Yes. At best, once I’m dead, I won’t be able to love you. Why make promises I cannot possibly keep?”
“I also like how you scribbled in the words ‘froggy-style’.”
“What? Froggy-style? Er… no… it is ‘doggy-style’.”
“Oh… right. Your handwriting is terrible.”
“Yes. It is. I also have this gift for you.”
“Wow! That’s a big box.”
“Open it.”
“Give me a week! Haha!”
[Five minutes later.]
“Did you find it?”
“I think I did. It is a wad of $20 bills, like I’m a pole dancer or some such.”
“This way you can get whatever you want. However, my coworkers chided me, saying money is not a thoughtful gift.”
“This is surely more thoughtful than the coffee machine my parents gave me.”
“Oh… yeah…. with your difficulty processing caffeine.”
“It gives me hives. Not only that, but they keep forgetting that they gave me a coffee machine already, and they give me that gift every year.”
“At least money never becomes useless, even if you get it repeatedly.”
“I’m sorry, but I have nothing for you. I do love you too, but I am aromantic.”
“Oh, the enjoyment of your presence is quite enough gift for me. Come to think of it… I think I might be aromantic too. The whole thing felt rather unnatural to me.”
#TheDailyIsotope #AutisticWriters #ActuallyAutistic #aromantic #GiftGiving #society
#ActuallyAutistic #aromantic #AutisticWriters #GiftGiving #society #TheDailyIsotope -
Socially mandated love
“Hi!”
“AAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaa… You scared me. I did not see you there, crouching behind the couch.”
“Oh, sorry! I just wanted to surprise you on this day of celebration.”
“You’ve surprised me, so mission accomplished!”
“But that’s not all. My coworkers managed to shame me into performing socially mandated gestures to demonstrate my love for you.”
“Okay.”
“Like giving you this set of dead plants.”
“Oh, flowers. You took upon yourself to go to the florist. How thoughtful!”
“Yes. Though, I think florist is a bad name. They should be called flower undertakers.”
“The socially mandated response is to thank you. So thank you!”
“You’re welcome. Here is a card for you. Open it.”
“Give me a second.”
“None of the cards at the store conveyed the exact message I had in mind. So I edited the message.”
“I see that. How thoughtful! Crossing out the word ‘forever’ is quite sensible.”
“Yes. At best, once I’m dead, I won’t be able to love you. Why make promises I cannot possibly keep?”
“I also like how you scribbled in the words ‘froggy-style’.”
“What? Froggy-style? Er… no… it is ‘doggy-style’.”
“Oh… right. Your handwriting is terrible.”
“Yes. It is. I also have this gift for you.”
“Wow! That’s a big box.”
“Open it.”
“Give me a week! Haha!”
[Five minutes later.]
“Did you find it?”
“I think I did. It is a wad of $20 bills, like I’m a pole dancer or some such.”
“This way you can get whatever you want. However, my coworkers chided me, saying money is not a thoughtful gift.”
“This is surely more thoughtful than the coffee machine my parents gave me.”
“Oh… yeah…. with your difficulty processing caffeine.”
“It gives me hives. Not only that, but they keep forgetting that they gave me a coffee machine already, and they give me that gift every year.”
“At least money never becomes useless, even if you get it repeatedly.”
“I’m sorry, but I have nothing for you. I do love you too, but I am aromantic.”
“Oh, the enjoyment of your presence is quite enough gift for me. Come to think of it… I think I might be aromantic too. The whole thing felt rather unnatural to me.”
#TheDailyIsotope #AutisticWriters #ActuallyAutistic #aromantic #GiftGiving #society
#ActuallyAutistic #aromantic #AutisticWriters #GiftGiving #society #TheDailyIsotope -
Socially mandated love
“Hi!”
“AAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaa… You scared me. I did not see you there, crouching behind the couch.”
“Oh, sorry! I just wanted to surprise you on this day of celebration.”
“You’ve surprised me, so mission accomplished!”
“But that’s not all. My coworkers managed to shame me into performing socially mandated gestures to demonstrate my love for you.”
“Okay.”
“Like giving you this set of dead plants.”
“Oh, flowers. You took upon yourself to go to the florist. How thoughtful!”
“Yes. Though, I think florist is a bad name. They should be called flower undertakers.”
“The socially mandated response is to thank you. So thank you!”
“You’re welcome. Here is a card for you. Open it.”
“Give me a second.”
“None of the cards at the store conveyed the exact message I had in mind. So I edited the message.”
“I see that. How thoughtful! Crossing out the word ‘forever’ is quite sensible.”
“Yes. At best, once I’m dead, I won’t be able to love you. Why make promises I cannot possibly keep?”
“I also like how you scribbled in the words ‘froggy-style’.”
“What? Froggy-style? Er… no… it is ‘doggy-style’.”
“Oh… right. Your handwriting is terrible.”
“Yes. It is. I also have this gift for you.”
“Wow! That’s a big box.”
“Open it.”
“Give me a week! Haha!”
[Five minutes later.]
“Did you find it?”
“I think I did. It is a wad of $20 bills, like I’m a pole dancer or some such.”
“This way you can get whatever you want. However, my coworkers chided me, saying money is not a thoughtful gift.”
“This is surely more thoughtful than the coffee machine my parents gave me.”
“Oh… yeah…. with your difficulty processing caffeine.”
“It gives me hives. Not only that, but they keep forgetting that they gave me a coffee machine already, and they give me that gift every year.”
“At least money never becomes useless, even if you get it repeatedly.”
“I’m sorry, but I have nothing for you. I do love you too, but I am aromantic.”
“Oh, the enjoyment of your presence is quite enough gift for me. Come to think of it… I think I might be aromantic too. The whole thing felt rather unnatural to me.”
#TheDailyIsotope #AutisticWriters #ActuallyAutistic #aromantic #GiftGiving #society
#ActuallyAutistic #aromantic #AutisticWriters #GiftGiving #society #TheDailyIsotope -
Socially mandated love
“Hi!”
“AAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaa… You scared me. I did not see you there, crouching behind the couch.”
“Oh, sorry! I just wanted to surprise you on this day of celebration.”
“You’ve surprised me, so mission accomplished!”
“But that’s not all. My coworkers managed to shame me into performing socially mandated gestures to demonstrate my love for you.”
“Okay.”
“Like giving you this set of dead plants.”
“Oh, flowers. You took upon yourself to go to the florist. How thoughtful!”
“Yes. Though, I think florist is a bad name. They should be called flower undertakers.”
“The socially mandated response is to thank you. So thank you!”
“You’re welcome. Here is a card for you. Open it.”
“Give me a second.”
“None of the cards at the store conveyed the exact message I had in mind. So I edited the message.”
“I see that. How thoughtful! Crossing out the word ‘forever’ is quite sensible.”
“Yes. At best, once I’m dead, I won’t be able to love you. Why make promises I cannot possibly keep?”
“I also like how you scribbled in the words ‘froggy-style’.”
“What? Froggy-style? Er… no… it is ‘doggy-style’.”
“Oh… right. Your handwriting is terrible.”
“Yes. It is. I also have this gift for you.”
“Wow! That’s a big box.”
“Open it.”
“Give me a week! Haha!”
[Five minutes later.]
“Did you find it?”
“I think I did. It is a wad of $20 bills, like I’m a pole dancer or some such.”
“This way you can get whatever you want. However, my coworkers chided me, saying money is not a thoughtful gift.”
“This is surely more thoughtful than the coffee machine my parents gave me.”
“Oh… yeah…. with your difficulty processing caffeine.”
“It gives me hives. Not only that, but they keep forgetting that they gave me a coffee machine already, and they give me that gift every year.”
“At least money never becomes useless, even if you get it repeatedly.”
“I’m sorry, but I have nothing for you. I do love you too, but I am aromantic.”
“Oh, the enjoyment of your presence is quite enough gift for me. Come to think of it… I think I might be aromantic too. The whole thing felt rather unnatural to me.”
#TheDailyIsotope #AutisticWriters #ActuallyAutistic #aromantic #GiftGiving #society
#ActuallyAutistic #aromantic #AutisticWriters #GiftGiving #society #TheDailyIsotope -
Socially mandated love
“Hi!”
“AAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaa… You scared me. I did not see you there, crouching behind the couch.”
“Oh, sorry! I just wanted to surprise you on this day of celebration.”
“You’ve surprised me, so mission accomplished!”
“But that’s not all. My coworkers managed to shame me into performing socially mandated gestures to demonstrate my love for you.”
“Okay.”
“Like giving you this set of dead plants.”
“Oh, flowers. You took upon yourself to go to the florist. How thoughtful!”
“Yes. Though, I think florist is a bad name. They should be called flower undertakers.”
“The socially mandated response is to thank you. So thank you!”
“You’re welcome. Here is a card for you. Open it.”
“Give me a second.”
“None of the cards at the store conveyed the exact message I had in mind. So I edited the message.”
“I see that. How thoughtful! Crossing out the word ‘forever’ is quite sensible.”
“Yes. At best, once I’m dead, I won’t be able to love you. Why make promises I cannot possibly keep?”
“I also like how you scribbled in the words ‘froggy-style’.”
“What? Froggy-style? Er… no… it is ‘doggy-style’.”
“Oh… right. Your handwriting is terrible.”
“Yes. It is. I also have this gift for you.”
“Wow! That’s a big box.”
“Open it.”
“Give me a week! Haha!”
[Five minutes later.]
“Did you find it?”
“I think I did. It is a wad of $20 bills, like I’m a pole dancer or some such.”
“This way you can get whatever you want. However, my coworkers chided me, saying money is not a thoughtful gift.”
“This is surely more thoughtful than the coffee machine my parents gave me.”
“Oh… yeah…. with your difficulty processing caffeine.”
“It gives me hives. Not only that, but they keep forgetting that they gave me a coffee machine already, and they give me that gift every year.”
“At least money never becomes useless, even if you get it repeatedly.”
“I’m sorry, but I have nothing for you. I do love you too, but I am aromantic.”
“Oh, the enjoyment of your presence is quite enough gift for me. Come to think of it… I think I might be aromantic too. The whole thing felt rather unnatural to me.”
#TheDailyIsotope #AutisticWriters #ActuallyAutistic #aromantic #GiftGiving #society
#ActuallyAutistic #aromantic #AutisticWriters #GiftGiving #society #TheDailyIsotope -
Gestapo Soup
“Here’s your soup, sir.”
“Hmm… wait a second. That’s not what I ordered.”
“Oh?”
“Why is there Third Reich regalia decorating the bowl and a swastika in the middle.”
“What did you order?”
“The Gestapo soup.”
“This *is* the Gestapo soup, sir.”
“I see steam rising from it. Isn’t it supposed to be served cold?”
“Sir is mistaken. *Gazpacho* soup is served cold. Gestapo soup is served hot.”
“Ah, yeah. That’s what I meant to order. Gazpacho soup! Please take this back to the kitchen and give me some Gazpacho soup!”
“I cannot do this, sir.”
“Why?”
“Once ordered, the Gestapo soup must be consumed by the person who ordered it.”
“But… I’m smelling it now, and this soup stinks! It probably tastes awful, too.”
“That’s Gestapo soup for you.”
“I won’t eat it.”
“Eating it *is* mandatory, and you must eat it with a smile because your enjoyment of it is also mandatory.”
“Wait a second! What’s this?”
“What’s what?”
“This, here!”
“Oh… hmm… it looks like an antifascist fell into your soup.”
“Well, well. Take it back to the kitchen, and bring me my soup!”
“As you wish, sir”
[A little later.]
“Here’s your soup, sir, with apologies from the kitchen staff.”
“That’s not my soup.”
“Yes, Gestapo soup, as you ordered.”
“But I wanted Gazpacho.”
“As I said, earlier, sir, once ordered, Gestapo soup must be consumed by the person who ordered it.”
“I won’t eat it!”
“Well… we’ll have to force-feed it to you. Bob! We have a recalcitrant customer here! Now, please smile! Remember that enjoyment of the Gestapo soup is mandatory.”
“Please hold on!”
“Once you’re done with the soup, you can have your dessert. I see you ordered pain au chocolat. Judging by the screams coming out of the kitchen, your chocolate pain is being prepared right now.”
“Now…”
“Ah, Bob! Let’s get down to business…”
#TheDailyIsotope #AutisticWriters #microfiction #Gestapo #gazpacho
#autisticwriters #gazpacho #gestapo #microfiction #thedailyisotope
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Gift Giving: A Minefield
I’m both a bad giver and a bad receiver of gifts, according to society, at any rate.
Photo from PxHereGift giving is a minefield for most autistic folks. It definitely is one for me. Since Valentine’s Day is upon us, here’s a reflection on why most options are terrible. In no specific order,
- Money? I was taught that giving money is rather gauche. I have to agree. You can discharge yourself of a gift obligation by giving money to anyone. It does not show much thought about the recipient of the gift. I’d rather not give money.
- Greeting cards? A lot of them talk about forever love, and I have trouble with the word forever. This was true even when I was with my ex-wife. I sometimes bought cards containing the word. I had to editorialize when I gave my card. However, I prefer to skip cards altogether.
As you probably guessed, the cards’ declarations of forever love to my ex-wife did not pan out. We’re now divorced. *Cough*
- Flowers? Yay, let’s kill plants for our pleasure!
- Fashion (like jewelry, clothing, accessories, etc.)? I need to know what size the gift recipient wears, for one thing. Moreover, my sense of style isn’t great. So, no.
- Gadgets? Oof! Welcome to landmine central. If you get me a gadget, chances are that you are going to miss. I am likely to know more than you about those gadgets that I’d like to own. Moreover, if you get me a gadget, I’m going to compare it to similar gadgets I already have, and to similar gadgets I might want to own. I’ll most likely find the gadget you got me to be lacking. This is a losing proposition for you.
Conversely, imagine people I’d give a gadget to doing the same thing as I described above. They’ll find the gadget I got them to be lacking in some way. Note that it does not matter if they actually do this or not. I become an anxious mess. Did I pick up the optimal gift? Most likely not. This is a losing proposition for me.
Of course, it is considered gauche to tell the person who wishes to give you a gift what exactly they should get. However, I’ve sometimes resorted to this stratagem.
- Food? This is the best option of the bunch. Food is ephemeral. If the gift is lacking, the recipient at least won’t be stuck with it for long.
A great part of the problem with gift giving are all the societal expectations that shape the practice. If you do not conform to those societal expectations, well, good luck not getting flack.
My boyfriend and I are keeping it simple this year. I got him some chocolate. We’re going to a restaurant. I know he has something for me, but he does not have it in hand yet. No biggie. I know society would look disapprovingly upon his tardiness, but society can take a hike.
#ActuallyAutistic #autism #autistic #AutisticWriters #GiftGiving #gifts #YourAutisticLife
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Gift Giving: A Minefield
I’m both a bad giver and a bad receiver of gifts, according to society, at any rate.
Photo from PxHereGift giving is a minefield for most autistic folks. It definitely is one for me. Since Valentine’s Day is upon us, here’s a reflection on why most options are terrible. In no specific order,
- Money? I was taught that giving money is rather gauche. I have to agree. You can discharge yourself of a gift obligation by giving money to anyone. It does not show much thought about the recipient of the gift. I’d rather not give money.
- Greeting cards? A lot of them talk about forever love, and I have trouble with the word forever. This was true even when I was with my ex-wife. I sometimes bought cards containing the word. I had to editorialize when I gave my card. However, I prefer to skip cards altogether.
As you probably guessed, the cards’ declarations of forever love to my ex-wife did not pan out. We’re now divorced. *Cough*
- Flowers? Yay, let’s kill plants for our pleasure!
- Fashion (like jewelry, clothing, accessories, etc.)? I need to know what size the gift recipient wears, for one thing. Moreover, my sense of style isn’t great. So, no.
- Gadgets? Oof! Welcome to landmine central. If you get me a gadget, chances are that you are going to miss. I am likely to know more than you about those gadgets that I’d like to own. Moreover, if you get me a gadget, I’m going to compare it to similar gadgets I already have, and to similar gadgets I might want to own. I’ll most likely find the gadget you got me to be lacking. This is a losing proposition for you.
Conversely, imagine people I’d give a gadget to doing the same thing as I described above. They’ll find the gadget I got them to be lacking in some way. Note that it does not matter if they actually do this or not. I become an anxious mess. Did I pick up the optimal gift? Most likely not. This is a losing proposition for me.
Of course, it is considered gauche to tell the person who wishes to give you a gift what exactly they should get. However, I’ve sometimes resorted to this stratagem.
- Food? This is the best option of the bunch. Food is ephemeral. If the gift is lacking, the recipient at least won’t be stuck with it for long.
A great part of the problem with gift giving are all the societal expectations that shape the practice. If you do not conform to those societal expectations, well, good luck not getting flack.
My boyfriend and I are keeping it simple this year. I got him some chocolate. We’re going to a restaurant. I know he has something for me, but he does not have it in hand yet. No biggie. I know society would look disapprovingly upon his tardiness, but society can take a hike.
#ActuallyAutistic #autism #autistic #AutisticWriters #GiftGiving #gifts #YourAutisticLife
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Gift Giving: A Minefield
I’m both a bad giver and a bad receiver of gifts, according to society, at any rate.
Photo from PxHereGift giving is a minefield for most autistic folks. It definitely is one for me. Since Valentine’s Day is upon us, here’s a reflection on why most options are terrible. In no specific order,
- Money? I was taught that giving money is rather gauche. I have to agree. You can discharge yourself of a gift obligation by giving money to anyone. It does not show much thought about the recipient of the gift. I’d rather not give money.
- Greeting cards? A lot of them talk about forever love, and I have trouble with the word forever. This was true even when I was with my ex-wife. I sometimes bought cards containing the word. I had to editorialize when I gave my card. However, I prefer to skip cards altogether.
As you probably guessed, the cards’ declarations of forever love to my ex-wife did not pan out. We’re now divorced. *Cough*
- Flowers? Yay, let’s kill plants for our pleasure!
- Fashion (like jewelry, clothing, accessories, etc.)? I need to know what size the gift recipient wears, for one thing. Moreover, my sense of style isn’t great. So, no.
- Gadgets? Oof! Welcome to landmine central. If you get me a gadget, chances are that you are going to miss. I am likely to know more than you about those gadgets that I’d like to own. Moreover, if you get me a gadget, I’m going to compare it to similar gadgets I already have, and to similar gadgets I might want to own. I’ll most likely find the gadget you got me to be lacking. This is a losing proposition for you.
Conversely, imagine people I’d give a gadget to doing the same thing as I described above. They’ll find the gadget I got them to be lacking in some way. Note that it does not matter if they actually do this or not. I become an anxious mess. Did I pick up the optimal gift? Most likely not. This is a losing proposition for me.
Of course, it is considered gauche to tell the person who wishes to give you a gift what exactly they should get. However, I’ve sometimes resorted to this stratagem.
- Food? This is the best option of the bunch. Food is ephemeral. If the gift is lacking, the recipient at least won’t be stuck with it for long.
A great part of the problem with gift giving are all the societal expectations that shape the practice. If you do not conform to those societal expectations, well, good luck not getting flack.
My boyfriend and I are keeping it simple this year. I got him some chocolate. We’re going to a restaurant. I know he has something for me, but he does not have it in hand yet. No biggie. I know society would look disapprovingly upon his tardiness, but society can take a hike.
#ActuallyAutistic #autism #autistic #AutisticWriters #GiftGiving #gifts #YourAutisticLife
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Gift Giving: A Minefield
I’m both a bad giver and a bad receiver of gifts, according to society, at any rate.
Photo from PxHereGift giving is a minefield for most autistic folks. It definitely is one for me. Since Valentine’s Day is upon us, here’s a reflection on why most options are terrible. In no specific order,
- Money? I was taught that giving money is rather gauche. I have to agree. You can discharge yourself of a gift obligation by giving money to anyone. It does not show much thought about the recipient of the gift. I’d rather not give money.
- Greeting cards? A lot of them talk about forever love, and I have trouble with the word forever. This was true even when I was with my ex-wife. I sometimes bought cards containing the word. I had to editorialize when I gave my card. However, I prefer to skip cards altogether.
As you probably guessed, the cards’ declarations of forever love to my ex-wife did not pan out. We’re now divorced. *Cough*
- Flowers? Yay, let’s kill plants for our pleasure!
- Fashion (like jewelry, clothing, accessories, etc.)? I need to know what size the gift recipient wears, for one thing. Moreover, my sense of style isn’t great. So, no.
- Gadgets? Oof! Welcome to landmine central. If you get me a gadget, chances are that you are going to miss. I am likely to know more than you about those gadgets that I’d like to own. Moreover, if you get me a gadget, I’m going to compare it to similar gadgets I already have, and to similar gadgets I might want to own. I’ll most likely find the gadget you got me to be lacking. This is a losing proposition for you.
Conversely, imagine people I’d give a gadget to doing the same thing as I described above. They’ll find the gadget I got them to be lacking in some way. Note that it does not matter if they actually do this or not. I become an anxious mess. Did I pick up the optimal gift? Most likely not. This is a losing proposition for me.
Of course, it is considered gauche to tell the person who wishes to give you a gift what exactly they should get. However, I’ve sometimes resorted to this stratagem.
- Food? This is the best option of the bunch. Food is ephemeral. If the gift is lacking, the recipient at least won’t be stuck with it for long.
A great part of the problem with gift giving are all the societal expectations that shape the practice. If you do not conform to those societal expectations, well, good luck not getting flack.
My boyfriend and I are keeping it simple this year. I got him some chocolate. We’re going to a restaurant. I know he has something for me, but he does not have it in hand yet. No biggie. I know society would look disapprovingly upon his tardiness, but society can take a hike.
#ActuallyAutistic #autism #autistic #AutisticWriters #GiftGiving #gifts #YourAutisticLife