I do apologize for not putting anything up of late, I’m a little caught up with the floods that seem to have taken over the Queensland state. Not only Queensland but New South Wales & Victoria.

As devastating as it is, the way people are acting through it all actually restores your faith in humanity. You wonder whether governments minimizing natural disasters has perhaps had a negative effect on the way we relate to each other in the developed world.

In any case I’ve been helping out with the clean up process. I’ve also been taking photos as I feel this is an experience in which you’ll probably never see in your lifetime. When and if I get around to it, I’ll post them up, with a brief.

For now I am so tired from cleaning out an unknown apartment garage, but effectively motivated and keen to see this spirit in action again tomorrow.

It’s about here that you realize you either have a good story or you’re struggling for dialogue. I have both.

I am struggling because there are more than a few and I’m not sure which one to pick up on first. Do I do the best one’s first or last?

The next problem arose, and I found this political on a micro level. It took me completely off guard. Like she was turning people against me for her own interests.

We were trying to populate the house at the time. I had done what I knew best and that was to post the room availability upon every website I could find in the area looking for students (I knew this wouldn’t be hard, as it was coming into the beginning of term)

I had received an email from a Mexican who was seeing my brother at the time and she inquired as to a friend of her’s who was studying in Australia, and happened to be in my hometown. Cool I thought, and accidentally mentioned it to her which resulted in her getting her hopes up and immediately began to tell me about how amazing this would be so she could sleaze onto him (yes she mentioned that, but I think it was a joke). I expressed to her that these plans weren’t definite and we had to meet the guy in question before we just offered to move him in. In which she then threw a hissy-fit about how we’d never find anyone for the house if we didn’t take what was available.

About five minutes later after she stormed off she sent a text apologizing about the being rude and said ‘I hope it all works out.’

I told her we’d meet him before I made her and him any promises. (By ‘we’ I mean if she had been around, we could have)

So it came about that I met him, and he was cool. I offered, and he came and looked at the place. But respectfully he declined (in which he told me he later regretted).

For some strange reason, she didn’t take this as a viable reason, and as I later realised she despised me for being biased and making him not want it because of our earlier argument.

You know you’ve got a kook, when they start blaming you for things other people do. They go the extra mile by thinking that you were the one wrangled them into thinking they didn’t want it. Oh, that’s right she wasn’t there to meet him anyway.

But what do you do in this instance. I only found out about it when it slipped out of another friends mouth whom she turned against me.

“I can’t believe you’re harassing your poor housemate like that for rent, no wonder the Mexican didn’t want to move in.”

Now when you hear something like that especially when you haven’t even mentioned a Mexican being a housemate in the same sentence. You get an idea that someone is making up stories about you.

All of a sudden I was painted to her as a tyrant who demands tax off the weak and poor. Over the coming weeks this friend became more and more distant up until after ‘her’ had moved out. I texted this friend one day and got back a scathing reply about how I wasn’t worthy of her friendship because of the way I had chased ‘her’ out of the house.

It’s strange how words are sharper than swords.

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Because I was the only one who was from Australia in the house I raised my hand to do the finances, surely it can’t be that hard can it? I had traveled for 3 years lived in various different countries and I’d never had a problem with paying rent (oh there was that one time sharing a house in London, but that’s another story, and it was never against the housemates.)

Sure, I made a few concessions as she was the spare housemate who paid the bills. Also add a touch of nepotism in here also.

But after 4 weeks of being told

“I still don’t have any money.”

“Work hasn’t paid me yet”

“Can I pay my (small) amount of rent next week.”

I had had enough. I implemented an action plan in which every couple days I would confront her about the rent. I didn’t mind the excuses, but I’d just let her know that in two more days I would ask her again. I also knew that with me reminding her that I was going to ask again, sooner or later she’d pay, or acquire a couple more wrinkles stressing about it.

Important to note at this stage that my role had definitely switched. I actually wanted less and less to do with her but still couldn’t say no when she would ask for something. A pity tactic I’d fall for every time.

By the sixth week of unpaid rent she was avoiding me, and actually this was a welcome relief for me personally. But bills don’t pay themselves so the texting began.

Monday:

Me: “Hi, just following up on the six weeks of rent that you owe the house.”

Her: “I told you last week I’d get it to you by Wednesday.”

Me: “Okay let me know when you put it in my account. I’ll let you know if it’s in on Wednesday.”

Wednesday:

Me: “Hi, have you put any money in yet, as nothing has registered in the account.”

Her: “No, I haven’t managed to make it to the bank.”

Me: “I thought you had net banking?”

Her: “I know, but I can’t transfer it because of the <insert foreign country> credit card that it’s come from.

Me: “Okay I’ll ask again Friday.”

Friday:

Me: “Hi <name> how’s that 6 weeks of rent coming along, I’ve just paid the internet with my own money.”

Her: “I put it in yesterday, God!”

Me: “Why didn’t you tell me that, I still haven’t received it yet.

Tuesday:

Me: “How did you pay the rent? As I still haven’t received it yet.”

Her: “I transferred it from <foreign country> credit card. It might take a couple of weeks.”

Me: “So I guess you’ve buffered an extra two weeks for when it arrives”

Her: “No, I should have been paid by my employer by then.”

Perhaps after this she realized that rent had be be paid, because after she’d managed to pay 8 weeks worth of rent I never had a problem with the issue again.

Just many, many separate others… .

Read the introduction Ch. 01……

Good Morning Stoke!

It’s 2:58am. I have a work assessment at 9:40am tomorrow. I have slept for roughly under an hour. I managed to kill my thoughts for that long.

But now I’m up again. This is the aspergers once again. I wouldn’t care if I didn’t have this assessment tomorrow morning and I’d be happy to stay awake all night and complete this research article.

But no. This article has absolutely no relevance to my work and it haunts me in my bed. Even BBC Earth can’t calm me enough to put me out to sleep.

My options for the future is:

More physical exercise to subdue my thoughts.

Um, all out of ideas after that one.

Gosh, I hope I can’t talk my way out of sleep haze before the assessment.

I’m groggy from sleep but can’t sleep.

I hate you aspergers, but I would be completely normal without you and that is the one thing I wish I never hope to be. Normal.

Once you get used to it, it’s really not that bad. :)

my-heart-rate-rapid:

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stepa:

We All Want to Be Young

The movie “We All Want to Be Young” is the outcome of several studies developed by BOX1824 in the past 5 years. BOX1824 is a Brazilian research company specialized in behavioral sciences and consumer trends.