Elvira Black wrote a great post about the new New York.
My upstairs neighbor Henry, the drunk who doesn’t look like the preppy drunk I had imagined, has been falling in his living room. Yesterday the intercom buzzed a long long hard angry buzz. It was the doorman who accidentally pressed my bell instead of Henry’s. He used to get wake up buzzes that went on for an hour, on and off, until I complained because they woke me up. Now I think he gets “are you alive calls?”
Yes he is alive and I can’t complain anymore because I would be considered to be an unfeeling bitch as I was when I complained after he moved back. I really don’t like being disliked, but I need sleep, and take the noise reduction headphones off in my sleep.
He kept on falling at four AM so I was up. Couldn’t fall asleep until six. The drilling began at seven thirty. I paid a premium to live in a quiet area. Well five thousand more, 1997 dollars than I thought the apartment was worth which roughly translates to $50,000, 2006 dollars.
Now my next door neighbors who rent and thus don’t have to pay 36% more in January, and get building services for free are having their apartment completely redone–and there’s drilling. It feels as if my whole life is drilling and listening to my neighbor fall. It’s like living in a dentist drill or John Malkovich’s brain.
There is enough stimulation on Broadway a street that I can’t avoid if I want to get anywhere by subway or buy anything.
Today is the annual greasing of the palms day, or legalized exortion day. The day I over tip every building employee. I don’t mind over tipping everybody but the super who had a starting salary of 80K a free two bedroom apartment, free g&e, free cable, and complains though he “delegates” all work. I feel like this day should be part of a Festivus celebration. The airing of the greasing the palms.
I was in deep denial about Aspergers until this past weekend when I actually copied an Aspergers org’s page for the first chapter of my new book. Am starting from the beginning. Made an Aspergers page, if anybody is interested.
It’s very scary to me to have to view my life under this lens. It’s also very funny at times. And no I’m not telling the stories. But I have a much richer book because I have many never told stories that are both funny and add to understanding how Aspergers affected me. I can only speak for myself, and I’m sure that while there are universalities to all stories mine might be more interesting because of the people in it, including and especially my father. And because I have met so many great people. Then again I could be delusional.
Can’t imagine how much I would have freaked if I actually had to type these things, rather than just copy them. Thing is I’m still the same person I was before I was diagnosed. Nobody ever treated me as if I were dumb. I’m not.
Nor am I all the symptoms and different people have different degrees. i do have learning disabilities which are a whole different thing, and an added problem. But I have done well in life despite these problems. Maybe they added a layer that made me more interesting or complex or something.
When I Googled Courting yesterday, and I do occasionally, some idiot who doesn’t have comments or a home page reviewed Courting and gave it a zero. He also reviewed another blog and part of his complaint was that she didn’t have comments.
I mention this because he specifically mentioned my disabilities. That’s f–king sick to me. I do believe in Karma, and….I have never understood the need to review blogs just to be nasty.
I won’t link to that blog or say its name. Will never give a person satisfaction, increase in hits or the chance to diss me further.
I wasn’t going to put in the Technorati A list thing that a friend sent. Since this person essentially said that I was the queen of shameless self-promotion, I included it.
I understand that people think it fun to put down somebody who has a blog people read, and that the person is open about problems only makes it more fun, so it doesn’t hurt.
Please excuse my absence from reading most blogs. I’m sleep deprived, going through a “omigod, I really do have this disorder,” thing, and need to chill.
I will have three word fiction tomorrow because that relaxes me. I do love and adore my blogging friends. Oh that’s for next week…