I was always jealous of artists that drew really well. I do many things: write stories, compose music, do math etc. etc. But I could never draw the way I wanted. Probably due to lack of practice as I would always be occupied. But there is always this desire to be able to draw well in the back of my mind.

A few months ago I sat down with a notebook and paper and began drawing. After 3 or 4 hours of trying I finally managed to draw a woman's face JUST the way I wanted it to be. Like, straight out of my mind.

I get a lot of compliments. I am regarded as one of the smartest in the family and people regularly comment on my skillset. I do not enjoy getting compliments. They are background noise. Since I am used to getting compliments and the knowledge I have has been gained from reading and doing stuff for fun, I never ever really felt that "achievement" feeling. Like, shit just happened man I didn't really work for it. Well I DID but guess not enough to register as something worthwhile I suppose.

So being able to draw a face was the first feeling of achieving something in my life. And my greatest so far. Will probably remain that way for a long time.

[–] [S] 2 points 1 year ago

Please note that I have the new tab tray and toolbar active.

Well so far the changes I noticed are:

The "Inactive tabs" section has a new design.

Refresh, backwards and forwards buttons show up now in landscape mode.

Aside from these, pretty much the same.

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  • [–] [S] 6 points 1 year ago* (1 child)

    Oh, my bad. I'm so sorry. I'm not an expert on these things (obviously) I apologize if my comment is somehow offensive. I'm aware that autism is not an mental disorder. I thought it was like the way one's brain is wired that causes them to have slightly different perception than the rest.

    I just decided to group it and other mental illnesses together because I... don't know dude I was just lazy I guess.

    I am so sorry again. I meant no harm.

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  • [–] [S] 3 points 1 year ago

    I had the exact same experience. It just felt so... eerie, you know? As you said, like I was in her skin involuntarily.

    It really is eerie. I guess it comes from the fact that we are basically observers that can't do anything to her. I don't know maybe the lack of a face to accociate the life that is laid before us is what causes this.

    I heard lots of worse stories that happened to people that I at least know what they look like. The posts on r/alone are just text. You don't know for sure if the post is someone's real life or not. Uncertainty. Combine that with a depressing story and BOOM! Eerie feeling.

    I'm just speculating though all of this might very well be bullshit.

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    I remember that on Reddit, a few years ago, there was a woman on a subreddit.

    I was just looking what was on Reddit and doomscrolling r/shitposting for 20 minutes was more than enough. I decided to just type-in random words to the URL bar to see what subreddits I would stumble upon.

    After lots of private and NSFW subs, finally I ended up on r/alone and I found this lady in the sea of "i wanna kill myself soooo baddddd" posts.

    The lady was autistic if I remember collectly. She had a boyfriend who also had a mental ilness. Unlike her though, he was violent. He would scream at her for pointless things and shit.

    The lady was always confused. At least she seemed so to me. Which is probably the autism. She had a hamster cage and had a brain-injured hamster that she kept because it was sick in the head just like her, as she put it.

    Have no idea what happened to her. I still think about her sometimes. It just felt so sad.

    [–] 4 points 1 year ago (1 child)

    I guess you can become like that? I remember times when I took all the shit to heart. I wasn't told much though just like "your nose is big" silly stuff like that hurts when it is the only bad thing you hear though so I hope you understand.

    I'm actually both sad and glad I am this way. On one hand it feels great to untouchable by words and y'know just live the life.

    But... it feels like I lose something when I am, in my own terms, a wall. It's like... yeah I have a spine (not to say you don't I'm so sorry if it came out that way) but it just feels like... I sometimes hurt people along the way.

    I saw your latest post about your partner David and his friend Sean and I'm sad to say I have a friend whom I treat the way Sean treats you parther.

    Now I don't know anything about any of you but I can safely say in my case the guy is a dick who doesn't respect my boundaries.

    Obvious thing to do for me is to cut ties with the guy. And I did. Albeit with hesitation. There is this little thought in my head that lingers "am I a dick?".

    The guy is pretty messed up. He lost his father long ago and probably has schizophrenia. That is why I feel bad. And... why I kind of envy you.

    Anyway the point is, you can fix yourself. I have found it's to be optimistic and be aware of the greater things going on around you. It makes you think that whatever happens to you, is so small in compared to the great things around you that they are ultimately pointless.

    How you might do that? Well I don't know I read fiction books all my life my brain just turned that way. I guess you could do the same. Hobbies, hobbies, hobbies.

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