Fuck it, the one on the right is ALWAYS correct, if they don’t want to read it it’s their fault to misunderstand then.

“You talk too much!!” has turned into “Why don’t you ever talk to anyone anymore??” as an adult.

A never-ending cycle. 🫠

Fuck 'em. Communication is a two-way street, and if they’re only ever willing to communicate on their own terms, then they’re not sctually interested in communicating.

I know that often, the people being discussed in these sorts of conversations are people we feel we cannot avoid, e.g, parents, bosses, partners, etc., but these people can be excised from our lives. We can move away from home when old enough, we can find new jobs, and we can find new partners. It’s work, and it’s not easy, but there are good people out there who will genuinely want to try, and you can find them.

You gotta dedide that part of your struggles today, though, are that others actually are demanding more of you than you are of them, and that they’re deciding they don’t care enough to do their part in bridging the gap.

That hurts in its own right, but it’s a different kind of hurt. It’s a fuck them kind of hurt.

I hate that there is no good way to tell someone they’re wrong. If you make it brief, they think you’re just there to attack them and the entirety of what they said even if it’s just a very specific issue/nitpick. If you make it verbose it’s a wall of text ten times longer that they half the time don’t believe and still think you’re attacking them!

Another unfortunate case of neurodivergent communication being perceived as dishonest.

In my experience, most people prefer brevity. Although directness and contextualization comforts other neurodivergent people, more words seem to agitate neurotypicals who view “over-explanation” as a cue, or signature of deception.

For people who know me, this side of my communication doesn’t bother them. Plus, tutoring people and having to step through logic piece-by-piece only reinforces that over-explanatory virtue.

I won’t erase myself, but understand that the wider world isn’t as empathetic.

I have more or less given up on trying to make myself understood. If I could just have my own little hole and never interact with anyone again I would be okay. No one hating me for some stupid misunderstanding. No family who still doesn’t understand really anything about me even after all these years.

yup

No matter how much I write, I usually forget to say anything about sport or anything particularly tribal in nature. They usually cotton on after some recent seismic televised event entirely fails to inspire a remark from me.