Uncommon Musings

Austism. Neurodiversity. Friendship.

Full of colours and whimsical tangents.

Rants, stories and academic lectures.

Oddities and peculiarities, paired with expected rigidity.

Full hearts, living 100% in line with one’s values, and not a drop less.

Of course we can’t go for brunch on Saturday. You need to feed your cat.

Your commitment to others is remarkable. Truly.

It’s nice to know I’m valued and appreciated.

Even if you never say it.

Ever when you tell me that I’m ‘pretty’ but ‘not hot’, because I need to lose weight.

“Honest opinion” you say, pointing at others with slight frames.

Did I not just mention that I lost 50 lbs, and am conscious of my after-baby body?

For you, this doesn’t compute.

Rigidity at its best.

Yet, this predictability is a most stable form of love.

I need it, and desire it. I feel safe with you, more than any other.

I hate your love and honesty.

But really, I love the love, and hate the honesty.

And really, I love the love, and the honesty.

I just love.