Hi, my name is Sarah. And this is my entire life story.

March 31, 2011

I’ve put a lot of work into understanding and replicating neurotypical interaction, but there are some things I just can’t figure out.

Logically, I know what’s appropriate to tell people when you first meet them. But I am only capable of so much logic in human interaction, and most of my normal wad gets blown on the complicated task of shaking a hand with the proper amount of pressure and looking my handshaking partner directly in the eye while I’m doing so. So I, um, told someone that I had met for the first time ever in my life (although I have had friendly, superficial e-mail contact with her) that someone died of an overdose on the day that my husband moved into his old, crappy apartment. I haven’t even thought of that in years, so how in the hell did it come up and out of my mouth today?


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