Archive | May, 2012

The indie aspie has arrived

27 May
English: People with Asperger's Syndrome are o...

English: People with Asperger’s Syndrome are often preoccupied with particular, specialized areas of knowledge, such as this boy’s interest in molecular structure. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I have arrived because I have a new blog even blog number two. No one can take it away from me. I am an aspie. I have diagnosed of Asperger’s Syndrome. It is in some medical dictionary. Not sure if some people even read a dictionary. I hate neurotypical scum. Anyone who has a prejudice towards me should get a life because it is not godamn popular. That rotten vermin. They smell. They a waste of space. Watch Big Brother & smash your head to your television. You have an IQ of  0. For anyone who thinks I suck because they a bunch of goddam losers. I am listening to The Who. A lot of people listen to their music. More than that talentless git called Kyle Sandilands in the whole planet. In London, he is actually a nobody. I maybe a punk in spirit but I don’t look one. I am an angry man who lives in social frustration, sexual frustration, financial frustration & hates the system entirely. There are times I might connect with others but mostly disconnect. I don’t much about the mental health system that much it is one hopeless basket case. I might have a good GP & a good psychologist. A lot of useless psychiatrists are useless rip off merchants who assume aspies are abnormal. I tell you what there are a lot of abnormal shrinks. Yes I am a music lover who hardily has much of an audience for the special interest. It drives extremely me so bloody insane. I do talk about the general with others but sometimes I am bored of it. I know an odd idiot has a problem because it is not fishing. Fishing is so boring. Go to bed if thinks that is interesting.  I have tried to discuss about music online. All boring wankers who think I dull. All social snobs who make me vomit. I am stuffed then. More neutrotypical scum who drinks expensive shit wine. It is Saturday night & I am home. Snubbing all boring wankers who thinks they smart for me thinking they having a good time. Then having fights & going to hospital. Maybe I am alone because I have being knocked too well for being an aspie. So much for social progress. I don’t see it.