Finn and Rey's Cat Cantina and Pizza Parlor (The Fanfic Social Thread)

Pigeons amuse me, especially the ones in NYC because they give no ****s. We were once walking down the street behind one who didn't care that these large humans were looming over it and I just started going "Doo do doot do doo" in time with it's movements. My boyfriend asked me what that was and I told him that was the pigeon. So now any time one of us sings something random like that, we say the pigeons are talking to us again.

Jedi_Lover - I hope your mid-terms go well! I agree they are usually just as bad as finals. You got it!

Ewok Poet - I'm sorry they treated you badly. Can you get in to see someone at the place she recommended so you at least get seen by someone?

 

mavjade
Here ´were I live there are a few areas in the city were the pigeons are almost as many as in venice. It became better in the last years but I remeber a while ago the dirt of them was just everywere.
We use to call them "rats with wings".

How are you guys doing tonight?
I had a long day and I should go to bed soon. Tomorrow my mother comes visiting me.

 

My pal and I love to watch male pigeons in love...that whole OMG MY PRETTY FEATHERS I AM SO HOT shtick. I guess I should go and feed those two lovable nymphos that visit us before the dawn...

mavjade - The man who delivered me and saved my and my mother's lives was the head of that hospital for a while, so he'll find somebody. But I still want to report this idiot of a doctor.

If nothing else, the stomach bug seems to be done and I no longer feel the heartburn from as little as having a glass of water. I think I'll be able to eat veggies other than potatoes and fruits other than bananas in a day or two.

Good luck, Jedi_Lover - in bocca a lupo!

Hope you'll have a great time with your mother, Anedon.

 

I have been sick and unable to concentrate on anything really off lately. Have anything important happened here the last weeks?

 

mavjade is frustrated with work. Briannakin is frustrated with a paper for school. Ewok Poet and I joined you in being sick. There was talk about birds. And I'm having a new mattress and boxspring delivered tomorrow (and have to clean up the house to give the delivery people room to maneuver).

I'm sure I missed something, possibly important, but hey: I was sick.

 

Though not sick, I'll join the frustration train. I feel you, Gamiel, with the loss of concentration. Sometimes, my head just gets too full and then nothing gets done.

 

i think everyone has that happen at some time or another brodiew.

and i was/am sick as well, loads of fun. and frustrating. >_<

 

I've been lucky in that the unholy crud stalking everyone I know hasn't struck me. (Seriously, I suspect Sith alchemy is involved, with how it settles in the lungs and just WILL NOT leave, no matter how much effort is put into getting rid of it. )

Otherwise, work's been so busy that I've not been able to write much. I plan on fixing that soon.

 

*puts on mask and uses hand sanitizer* I hope everyone who has been feeling bad feels better soon!

I went to the grocery store today and now I don't feel like eating anything I bought. Why does that always happen to me?

 

Re - head being full and loss of concentration. If it happens all the time, it's a symptom. Took me years to realise it, because women are less likely to be diagnosed with the certain disorder most commonly attributed to naughty boys, but yes, that's how it works in adults. And you folks live in countries where the system actually works.

That said, I'm on the lookout for an ADHD specialist. The whole deal with "you don't meet criteria for histrionic, you don't meet criteria for borderline, you don't meet criteria for negativistic, but that one is the closest, so we'll just accuse you of constant passive resistance to everything", I'm fed up with it. For years, I have been describing my issues as occasional inability to do what I am told, extreme focus on things when I want to, strange injuries (sat on the chair, with my toe under one of the chair's legs), falling asleep in classes and at concerts where cameras were banned (!), nonsensical sleep patterns, inability to follow directions for most jobs unless they're explained throughout, tics, random walks around the room, appartment or the neighbourhood for no reason. And it would always be attributed to an "eccentric personality", laziness, lack of discipline....hmmm, how about you get the part where I never wanted this and where - yes - it's an issue. :/

Gamiel and A Blind Prophet - Hope you'll be OK. Is it the same stomach bug that a bunch of us had?

Onderon1 - That's what I thought and then, apparently, touching a little boy's scooter at a birthday party was enough. I never get any major bug, so I wasn't even careful. Also, I saw you mention working on Sunday elsewhere. Is that the norm?

mavjade - I assume you're not one of the folks who can do that and then wake up hungry in the middle of the night?

 

Ewok Poet it's a stomach bug, though i'm not sure if it's the same one or not. different country and all, seems improbable that it'd be the same one.

 

I have this obsession that the same thing plagues the whole northern hemisphere.

Seriously, the GP said that whatever I have had is pretty rare. They all go with dominant ewww symptoms and in my case, those were few and extreme fatigue pretty much stole the show. That is why jcgoble3 makes me feel less alone. Like, I have a proof that there's a stomach bug that's not as dramatic as most others.

A child's 9th birthday party coming up this weekend. The ability to pick ANOTHER INFECTION.

 

ah, gotcha. yea, i can understand that. i've had something that's extremely rare for adults to get in the past, explained more than a few problems i've had for a number of years running... since i got it like five years in a row at the same time of year. somehow. >_> no clue on that one.

in my case it's kind of severe stomach discomfort and pressure of any sort hurts, no nausea though oddly enough. that and being rather tired/fatigued for no good reason.

 

Mono? Sorry if that's a crazy question.

My worst case of "extremely rare" was head lice at 12 - got them from a bunch of three-year-olds and my whole class mocked me. But yeah, if I turn out to have ADHD or, as WHO calls it, "hyperkinetic disorder", I'll be pretty rare. The problem is that the WHO's criteria are much more strict and they effectively leave us who were able to complete some school, achieve some results etc out of it and they focus only on people who are absolutely and totally maladjusted, possible criminals etc.

That bug of yours sounds like something to be looked into, because the pain can be associated to appendicitis.

EDIT: I want a quiet and washable keyboard for my 34th birthday. The one I have is almost ten years old, cheap, loud and when the dog changes her coat, I find hairs in it. Just...nope.

 

i doubt it, and yea. i've been wondering about that. i'll probably be seeing about going to the doctor in the near future if it doesn't stop soon.

congrats on it being rare there, it really isn't here.

that would be pretty cool, i have to say. do they make washable keyboards?

 

I saw one on sale a year or two ago, it was also foldable. Didn't get it because it didn't have those little things on the back...err, legs, that make it aligned.

And this is where a non-native speaker needs help with a term. O_O

 

ah, gotcha. yea, those legs are kinda necessary to really be functional to me.

and yes, that'd be legs.

 

Yes, this. I still feel it in the chest, and still occasionally have a coughing fit once or twice a day. All other symptoms are long gone, but that is still here.

EP, I'm going to make a suggestion, and please don't take this the wrong way. A lot of this sounds like me when I was younger. From an early age, my parents and pediatrician thought I had ADHD and put me on various medications, including Ritalin, for it. However, nothing seemed to help much, and my mother eventually began doing research on her own before taking me to a local psychiatrist when I was 13 years old (until then, my pediatrician had been handling my condition). The psychiatrist did a full evaluation and concluded that the ADHD diagnosis was incorrect, and that I actually had Asperger syndrome, a mild form of autism. He had me stop my ADHD meds and put me on risperidone to help control it. He said that Asperger syndrome was frequently misdiagnosed as ADHD by doctors who were less familiar with Asperger syndrome. Once I had the right diagnosis, getting the right meds for my condition made a huge difference in my life.

I bring this up, because I wonder if you also may have Asperger syndrome. Some other factors about your life that you have previously stated here in the social thread fit that as well, most notably being asexual/aromantic. So when you look for the specialist, please see if you can find one that deals with both ADHD and autism, to reduce your chances of a misdiagnosis. I may very well be wrong and you may indeed have ADHD, but it's better to have someone familiar with it specifically rule out autism than risk a misdiagnosis if the person isn't familiar with autism.

 

You're the first person ever to suggest that - and by "ever", I mean all my life - 34 years next Friday. And it makes sense - these two things can be co-morbid in many cases, but not in this case.

For one: ADHD is diagnosed like there is no tomorrow in USA. Here, nope. Nobody really wants to randomly give amphetamines to people for no reason, as drugs such as e.g. benzos are widely abused by drug addicts and recreational drug users. When I wanted to return Xanax for disposal back in December since it causes me hallucinations (!), I was surprised to find out that there are no means of disposal yet, despite what it says on the box. I asked if this means that, if I was the kind who would overdose to get hallucinations, yet still use the other medicine, or if I was the kind who'd combine Xanax and bromazepam for that purpose, it would be possible. The pharmacist said yes and I said that it opens doors to drug abuse, she said something in the lines of "don't remind me of that".

That taken aside, I was tested back in 2012 and since I had an online "boyfriend" who had Asperger's and what is known as "paranoid schizophrenia" using outdated terms (and yup, I know Asperger's is an outdated term nowadays, too), my psychologist ended up laughing a lot when I asked to be tested again. She and the previous psychiatrist say that I am the polar opposite of autistic people - something in the line of a Care Bear that cares too much. Like, how dare they? I'm an Ewok.

As far as developmental cues go - I spoke my first word very early, I followed and looked at people's faces very early, got off the breast quick and so on. In fact, my granny noticed that the reason I struggled to follow people's eyes was an eye issue and not "shyness". I wish the doctors cared, since I am now stuck with non-operable strabismus that additionally ruins my poor concentration. I loved other kids, until they'd beat me up because I was always anxious, I would bother everybody too much and whatnot. I hated routine beyond belief - I was forced into it by my really, really controlling father who actually hated routine himself - and I never experienced boredom as an emotion. I wanted to do thousand things, all the time.

Since you know me through fics, I'll use my writing and reviews as an example of how I handle stuff:

If you read anything I write - dunno if you did, never got a comment from you - you will see that I am extremely dedicated to character's inner experiences and emotions. The same happens with the stories I review and that I often get comments from people that I figure things out before they do. I'm extremely perceptive, really good with people's intentions and I mostly do not misjudge one's true character - I uncovered serial scammers in the past, even a celebrity stalker who made news worldwide, I warned people about her months ahead.

Now, the thing is - I can go for reading a thing many times and such and just see random letters. I can read a thing and have no recollection of it if I had forced myself to read something when I could not focus, when I had "fog" in my mind. I have only two modes - hyper-perceptive and insightful and "a complete airhead who spells her own first name wrong". And it's always been so. It does not depend on the level of interest, because I am literally interested in everything, it happens on its own, randomly. I can't filter out what I care and not care about, I'm like a perpetual WOW, SOMETHING. OH, SHINY!

My tics/stims have never been of the extreme kind, either. No rocking, flapping, random vocalisations. I just have a problem with being quiet and still, unless when tired or depressed. I also can't shut up most of the time.

Avoid if you don't want to read a comparison between a person with no autism spectrum disorder and people who definitely have it - including the part about how I used to think people were insensitve etc. Also contains praise of their efforts.

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Similarly - those of you who do have an ASD of some kind - I often get immensely frustrated by you and I have to remind myself that you don't ignore me on purpose and similar, but that it's natural with you. Say, Jane Doe is autistic - I cry to her about a horrible experience and I am visibly upset, she comments on how her pet just farted, with no regards to my feelings, whatsoever. I may tell Jane that I am angry, ask her "How about my feelings?" and similar and she still won't get it. This is not going to happen the other way round - unless I am super-anxious, unless I missed so much of the conversation that I am scared to look at it or not paying attention for whatever reason - I will even reach out to people who maybe don't like me, offer comfort (albeit never in a super-affectionate manner, because I dislike nicknames, hug smileys and the like - I often see such things as "fake"), help, encouragement etc. And I will most certainly mean it.

You - in fact - pleasantly surprised me when you were the first person other than my regular private message correspondents - to give me comfort the other day. My brain was like "look, he didn't go on about himself at all - he's been improving a lot since he found a job and it's awesome".

My ex, on the other side - was literally hurting me and, sadly, he was the one I learned how it worked from - his obsession was Carl Jung (but not cognitive functions) and he'd show no care for my weight issues, allergies and once I said I needed a glucose/insulin test and that it was most likely PCOS, he...made this odd suggestion that I write to the label handling the artist I run a website for and tell them that I have issues with my, err, ovaries, because "they will understand". I was baffled. I didn't understand the reasoning. His other fixation was me and my writing - he'd quote me to people who had no idea who I was, and I thought that was romantic interest. In the end, he suddenly became hostile due to the paragraph below this one and called me a PROSTITUTE SLUR HERE for having remains of basic human desire. He connected that with a highly misogynistic piece of Jung-inspired literature and I just stopped talking to him, for good AND reported him to his relatives, suggesting that he was in a horrible state of mind, because his other condition made him suspect that I and other people worked for CIA, random black supremacy organisation (we were all white, for one!) and that planes were flying over the area because the government was looking for him.

Needless to say that before I knew all this and read many books about the autism spectrum just for the sake of understanding people, I would have been able to hold it against others. This way, depending on my relationship with the person, I can get involved to a certain extent, or choose not to.

Avoid if you don't like LGBTQ folk, asexuals in particular, or think we don't exist.

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Ace spectrum - I am a grey-asexual, despite being aromantic. I have had a huge crush on somebody for many, many years, I react to that person in all possible ways, but not other people. If I was able to date this person and get hot and bothered with them - I would, in a heartbeat. I did find a couple of people sexually attractive here and there, but since the romantic component was missing and I have no desire to engage with somebody just for the sake of having family - saw so many horrible marriages, know people stuck in those and my folks were controlling enough that I would not want another controller in my life and we're a highly patriarchal society with lots of domestic violence - I just never cared about it. My folks had me in their early forties, so I'm already annoyed enough to be seen as an anomaly for being ~34 and not a mother, that the doctor's urge to "seek a psychiatrist for it" just about killed me and I snapped at her and ended up with a minor panic attack on Monday.

So, yeah, this is how I am not autistic, just a plain weirdo. Sorry for the PhD on, well, me.

 

Ewok Poet for me it was just a draining cold.

Also, regarding loss of concentration, in my case it was worse then normal. I have normally concentration problems (this is why I seldom give comments to fics, I have a tendency to just skim them and I don't think I can give a real comment to things I have not really read).

 

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It wasn't so much that I wasn't hungry, I was, I just didn't want to eat anything I bought and wanted to order out instead. But I was good and ate it anyway because I'd already spent the money and I'm trying to eat healthier.
If I didn't eat, I'd end up with a migraine and would be non-functional, so that's never an option for me.

 

While most of my relatives are now adults, I remember how quickly very intense germs get spread from children to pretty much everyone around them. (The kids rebound incredibly fast, but their parents suffer for weeks, and heaven help those families who have multiple kids - one catches something, a parent gets it, another child gets it, then the other parent ... )

There's still a lot of Americans who don't work Sundays; my schedule at the moment means I generally work Sunday-Thursday. It's actually quite helpful for catching up on routine work, and there's generally far fewer interruptions.

 

Ooo, ooo, been there! I think in my case it's because I'm so tuckered from the shopping/schlepping/putting stuff away that I've got no energy left for cooking. I need to be better about it though, because Celebration is coming up AND Mr. Furball might maybe need surgery...

As to me, I woke up cranky. Not sure why. I suspect it's the govt.

 

My new mattress was delivered today. Feels so comfortable. I also took the opportunity to buy all-new sheets, pillowcases, pillows, and a blanket. About to climb in bed for the night after I shave, brush my teeth, and take my medicine. Unfortunately I can't just sleep as late as I want, as I have to be at work at 12:30pm, which means alarm at 10:30am, which is in under nine hours. *grrrrrr* I also have to work early afternoon Friday, so Saturday or Sunday will be my "catch up on sleep" day instead.