So I'm drunk, which almost never happens. And I started typing a post about work conversation at my place on nye. But then it turned into a massive stream of consciousness drunk note to myself. So I'll post it, because why the fuck not. But I'll spoiler it, because it's a massive incoherent wall of text and who the fuck cares. ? ✌
Ha, I laugh with the talking job stuff at parties, because I've just not long ago shown half a dozen friends out the door. One of my mates, his wife is a police interview transcriber. How was your week, they asked her. Oh, turns out she's heavily traumatised by a horrific incest case that's taken up her whole week. So it turned into a group counselling session among close friends for her. Which is fair enough and she's lovely. But unfortunately, I was the only other person there who also works a job dealing with that kind of traumatic stuff. So, after a half hour emotional unburdening, in front of everyone she suddenly asks how I handle the horrific shit. What my emotional coping strategies are. Out of nowhere. And I'm caught completely unawares, and I'm drunk. So I straight up tell her that it's simple, she just needs to be autistic enough that she can just choose to switch her empathy for these people off. All of this shit was gonna happen anyway whether you were there to work that shift or not. And then I laughed happily, and everyone looked at me horrified like I was a psychopath. These people that have known me for years and years. So that is an irritant, to be reminded that even these good friends who know me well for years and years, there's just a whole vast landscape of instinctive emotional social undercurrents that I just don't feel. At all. And I got caught out with that again tonight. I saw them look at me like I am a robot. I fuck up less often like that now, though.
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