I’ve been told off my entire life for not smiling. That, and mumbling.
It’s funny really, because you can’t (nowadays) tell someone off for being dyslexic, and even less so for being autistic. I am neither, but I am me. I don’t smile. I take things seriously. I believe in things. I’m a good little soldier. And yet.
And yet.
And yet. Let me be me. But I guess for everyone else’s sake, I need to let myself be me first. And last and always. Misquoting lyrics is the easiest way out of most situations. Particularly on american sitcoms. Or ice cream. Ice cream is a fantastic way out of most situations. Except in a desert, in which case you would have to argue as to how the sodding ice cream got there in the first place and it’s hardly surprising that the flake has melted into the pistachio.
Hmm. Emo. E—-mo. Nowt more dull.
