Bullies, Bikers and Babies

8:00am
This was the name of the theme for an exhibition that I concocted while at the Artist Residency. This is a picture of some of the participants at the Residency. Also I have included a photo of the eggs from last Easter made by the 'residents'..(but different meaning) of the care home where my mom lives now. There are a number of on-going things I could say about this topic of bullying. It turned out to be a intuitively apt topic...with benign references (eg. one of the participants was pregnant) and also harder, more sinister references. I was thinking of my baby dog when I created it.

Two nights ago my car was ransacked for the second time this month. I am very disappointed as well as very pissed. They took the 'key' contraption I need to release the hubcaps so I can change the tires every spring and fall. AND other 'issues' I have decided not to mention. This is definately an example of bullying. People throwing their weight around. For what reason I have no idea. Except to do it. I do not think it is random from one of the street people passing. But then, what do I know about this kind of crap. It just means I have to spend a lot of energy trying to replace it and that is very dfficult.

Just a note...in this apartment complex most people are like myself (only they've been that way for a lot longer)..that being poor and in subsidized housing..(although some I see aren't that poor and unlike me are able to still have their house)...but most people that I know these days drive decrepid cars or ride bicycles....those are the bikes generally referred to..and also the babies most likely will be grandchildren.

9:15am
I hope I am wrong about what I am about to say. It is now just a few minutes past the about paragraph. I have tried to view my blog and can't. I also notice on my in-page there is a 're-direct in the address. I hope these bastards haven't bullied their way into my blog and are posting it for their own fucking benefit. That makes me very angry. It is like the Christians must have felt when they were in the pit...these ignorant so-and-so's only care about their petty fucked up shit anyway...they wouldn't see the reference. But it is definately similar to the Lord's Prayer when it is said: "thou preparest a table in the presence of mine enemies..my cup runneth over..surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life...and I will dwell in the house of the lord forever'. Of course, these bullies have no idea what that is about. In their ignorance and fear they think what they know what is true. They do not even fathom that there is another world of love and caring. And on that note...I will take my leave from these asses.

10:00am
Well I have calmed down. It is very hot in this place. I may get the air conditioner installed if I persevere. (or not if I perseverate..a little AS joke). All of this is very minor in light of the proposed airline attacks in the U.K. It certainly cements my concerns for ever seeing my cousins again, or my aunt, all of whom I would love to visit again. I do not think I have that kind of courage.

Here is a totally inane thing to talk about....another AS trait when stressed. I wanted to mention that the bicycle that I noticed was sticking up in the field outside my window with its wheel in the air, as if someone had been mugged half-way through the field...is now gone...taken while I am here at the blog or reading...so I missed it. A bicycle accident in the middle of the night.

3:00pm
Went to pick up my first paycheque in years...256.00..not much for the strain perhaps but it is a cheque. I also 'discovered' two more incidents of how being on the autism spectrum is somewhat of a pain in the ass....(and some might say I, myself are that and maybe sometimes). When I went to pick up the cheque there were two or three of the main guys gathered there. I felt happy at the familiarity while at the same time felt awkward because I know they have rejected me as not playing by the rules. Never mind that I am much older than the others, fatter, and with very little reserves these days...not to mention absolutely stressed since I have nobody to fall back on except myself. So anyway I was very happy to be there and said hello like I was a buddy..or tried to be...but when I came to the door there was Tracy with the kids and her husband with the baby and Jeff with the red shirt....so I went into a typical thing that happens in 'groups' and did not follow the flow of the conversation adequately or appropriately even though Tracy had made it easy for me by introducing the little girl and then the baby...all I had to do was follow her direction. But no I got distracted by the red shirt. And so it made it look like I was ignoring the baby and was not oooing and aaaahing appropriately. I was very embarrassed for myself. I did have a good interaction with the bigger boss though...Jill. But she is not perhaps the one who does the hiring back.

So the other incident that reflects my inappropriate interaction ability...AND by present ability to be distracted is when I went to get a 1.50 book for phone call and information logs. I ended up leaving the coin dispenser (.75) and the two photo albums (.50 each) and the cards (75.) I got just before that at HBC. I left the bag while I was looking for a book.