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To my friends on the spectrum, let me explain to you an unspoken social rule that possibly nobody has ever explained to you before

If a neurotypical asks you, “What game are you playing?” they’re not asking you to describe the game.

They’re asking you if they can play too.

If a neurotypical asks you, “What are you watching?” they’re not asking you to explain the plot of the movie/tv show to them.

They’re asking if they can watch it with you.

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When neurotypicals ask you “What are you doing?” 

What you think they’re asking: “Please explain to me what you are doing.” 

What they’re actually asking:  “Can I join you?”

Now here’s the really fucked up part. If you start explaining to them what you’re doing? They will interpret that as a rejection. 

What you think you’re saying: [the answer to their question]

What they think you’re saying: This is an elite and exclusive activity for a level 5 friend and you are a level 1 acquaintance. You are not qualified to join me because you don’t know all this stuff. Go away.

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This is why neurotypicals think you’re being cold and antisocial.

IT’S ALL A HORRIBLE MISCOMMUNICATION.

Every week, lol.

Yup. This is what happens when I procrastinate.

Season 5 #Glee. Episodes 9 - 13. UGH, Rachel Berry, you're un-fucking-believable & I can't wait to see your epic fail I know is coming. Except I'll have to also see you moping around, too, looking for sympathy. That'll suck. And in a sane world, you still owe Santana an apology. I trust Rachel less than I would Santana. Also this show has become so boring... I'm going to finish it, but I sometimes skip song performances - they don't usually tie-in anyway. These kids/storylines are exhausting.

The Pledge of Allegiance was literally made up in 1890 as a marketing slogan for a campaign to sell flags

We make children swear loyalty to America by reciting the nationalistic equivalent of “O-o-o, O’Reilly, O’Reilly, auto parts” and that’s honestly the most American thing I can possibly imagine

YAASS

St. Louis Post-Dispatch, Missouri, April 2, 1910

Just found out I'm (slightly) younger than John Green, so I figure it's ok for me to be here. Just don't expect me to act my age. Whatever that means.

Depression

Life's a bitch... And keeps on going.

Santa Clarita Diet.