Made A New Playlist But So Far It Only Has 2 Songs In It

You are sitting on a bench at the park. Someone approaches you. You turn to look at them, but you don’t recognize them. A stranger. They sit down next to you. Something isn’t quite right about them. Their hair is matted, their skin is rubbery, their eyes are vacant, their movements are unnatural. When you look at them, they just sit there. But when you look away, they- it- touches your arm. Its hand is CERTAINLY not human. Three fingers- long and slimy and bony- massage your arm and shoulders, feeling out the structure of your joints. You whip your head to face it again, and out of the corner of your eye you see a foreign appendage slink under the folds of its skin and clothes, which, you are now quite sure, form one costume together. You stand up and back away in horror. It doesn’t quite watch you go.

I hate when people ask me about my preference but I don’t understand their preference level. Like yes I kinda want Chinese food 10% more than I want a sandwich but if you want a sandwich like 40% more than Chinese food then I would say it’s totally reasonable we get sandwiches.

I think it needs to become common knowledge that "inability to read social cues" can show up as overcompensating.

You don't know how much misbehaviour is allowed, so you become the perfect child who never tests rules.

You don't know if someone is irritated with you, so you'll be extra generous and self-effacing.

You don't know how much is expected of you at work so you'll kill yourself in a minimum-wage job and not notice that nobody else is working like this.

"Hardworking and quiet" should be as much of an autism red flag as "ignores rules and doesn't know when to stop talking". Or why don't we just start using words to communicate so i can stop tracking everybody's eyebrow twitches, that would be great.

*deposits a creature into your hands*

What does it look like? What will you all do together?

OH IM SO GLAD U ASKED

I have this lil baby in the barrel just in case God wants to give me a freebie

It’s called a Plom and you can pet it in any direction

honestly if teleporters ever got invented during my lifetime i would be the most annoying analog boomer about it. my grandkids would be like ugh, grandma, why don’t you just take a teleporter trip to come visit us, we all do it all the time and it’s obviously safe and i would be like absolutely not. it kills you and reconstitutes a copy with your exact memories. you are consciously my grandchildren and i do not hold it against you but i know in my heart that you are nothing but copies of copies of copies borne out of irresponsible technology use. i am not touching that devil’s elevator as long as i live. i will take an airplane and you will wait for the several hours it takes for me to come visit you