Beer and No Body

So I just thought I would mention as well...that I have had a beer....I have one once in a while. And today being Friday...many people are 'out on the town'. Not that I , being an Aspergers person, know what that even means....but they are all sitting around gabbing, laughing, etc.

Not that I am feeling sorry for myself. I have just finished writing a much overdue letter to my darling cousins...spurred on by a lovely card and note from one of them. All to arrive at an untimely time, though...after Christmas. Hopefully not too long after Christmas. One would think I was taking after my mother, who now has an excuse for not doing any cards until three days before the BIG DAY.

Me, on the other hand, who have usually been very good as sending cards... am usually in the 'Christmas Mood' around the end of November, beginning of December and by this time have pretty much run out of gas. So no cards for me this year. I did keep a record of ones that I received 'in the old days'...even as little time ago as three years ago. But not one card this year...oh wrong...a very nice note from two friends not far away....and one recent one from someone not far from here in the city. (and another has arrived under the door, now).

But today, when I was just going into work...there was Jim talking to my supervisor (for some reason)...I just smiled...he looked startled to see that I had been watching him...and I ran into an old lady, with the blue racks, by mistake. Not good.

So like I said...there he is....buying food and making plans to have a dinner or something of the sort with someone else...not me. And there he is...getting away with everthing. And there he is....still in his stupid little gamey fantasy world where all the 'followers' believe his lies...and well we all know the truth. How convenient. To make out he 'can't talk to me'. How convenient. How convenient to hurt me further at this time of year when 'old friends' get together. Not that it would be good for me. I know that. Look what happened the last time I let him in. Look what happened to Henry. It took over a year to get him out of the house, when he was just using me until Penny could make up her mind, and then I lost everything.

But having a beer...well sometimes it would be nice to have that same kind of interaction. It was fun until the last part. But I can't do it here--the interaction I mean. I can't do chit-chat. There has to be a deeper understanding. And that is what I had with Jim. Because of the Knowledge. Just shows...all types can receive it. Doesn't do anything for the outside world. It is only for the inside. And anyone who has received it, knows instantly that if they converse with someone else who has received it, they can share something very deep with that other person. Even when that person is so different from themselves. That is an amazing feat. That is one aspect of Knowledge.

Not too many things can be said about that in this world.