unwell

I'm currently having a non infected exacerbation of my Asthma, and therefore not up to much. Will return shortly with more rubbish.

Thursday.

Ok so I really should have blogged about this Thursday but things got busy meeting the new boss.

Anyway, Thursday for those counting, was my MRI scan. I'm not claustrophobic but when the put your head in a brace and a grille over your face that touches your jaw it can feel a little tight. Time for some use of my 'limited development imagination'. According to the report I have some imagination, and can come up with some new things on my own. So I first thought about a lady friend who was in work, and she kept my mind off the thumping and banging, then I thought about doing Ti Chi at the castle, and then I had a nap.

So now we play the waiting game, but the radiographer could confirm I had a brain.

Unsure.

This post is sort of two in one, I'm not sure they are directly linked but I feel they link through the fact I find people hard to read, and I find boundaries tough to understand. They are linked because they involve me changing jobs.

I recently mentioned to a colleague who didn't know I was leaving within ear shot of two professionals who where visiting my job. They have various fields and I have interacted with one previously, although one had just met me and only had a snap shot of my work. Both where vocally dismayed that I was leaving, the gent I had only just met very annoyed that I was leaving my current field and he felt it was a loss (boy this makes me sound great, doesn't it?).

My problem, if you will, is that I am unsure as to whether they are being polite or if they will genuinely miss me and believe I am a loss to my professional field. Many people I have come into contact with have wished me well and say that it is a shame I am leaving. Some of the girls do believe my leaving will take away my fairness and kindness, but for two professionals who I would rarely work with to think I am a loss is flattering, but can I take them as genuine? I don't know, I would like to think it was, but I believe it rude and immodest, to enquire further about how great one is from semi-strangers. Praise from Cesar is praise indeed, but solicited praise is no praise at all. The unhelpful answer froma  friend is they where being polite, so I guess that is the intent.

Link to this is I need to go meet my new boss, but I don't know what is appropriate. I am unsure of the boundaries, is it too full on to ask for coffee, or am I too shy if i don't contact him. Luckily I have some advice from a professional support base (who aren't my nurses) and I think I've gauged it right.

Here's hoping......

paranoia

It's a great game, because friend computer told me so.

On the other hand, Aspies suffer from acute paranoia. It is recognised as a part of the syndrome and is most likely a side affect of the inability to understand society. I have paranoia on a regular basis.

I'll crack a joke that sounds funny in my head and I'll either get looks of incomprehension or a smattering of laughter. I like to think it's because my humour is too high brow, even my toilet humour. I touched on this with my flippant remarks post, people can't read my humour or intentions and therefore my jokes fall flat.

I then get a sense of paranoia, and I'm sure it comes out in other social situations too. I worry people laugh at me behind my back, feel pity because maybe I have come off as less then able. Maybe people think I am only in my job because I was hired on some back to work plan, hired because there is some hidden benefit to my employer, or that I am in university because I am unemployable and to continue in jobseekers I need to do study. I'm over thinking it, I rarely go into this kind of depth on a regular basis and am secure enough to shrug off most scrutiny.

I caught a girl looking at me thoughtfully in university today. I had sat down and was eating a rather large lunch, on my own, fully engaged by my phone and just happened to look up. This girl had sat at the table next to me, facing me if you will. She was looking at me thoughtfully, and there was warmth in her eyes. Our eyes met and I looked away, wondering what she was thinking. Most likely she was worlds away and not thinking about me at all, but because I looked like a hobo, with a stained jumper and unshaven face, I wondered what she was thinking. See, over thinking paranoia.

It also happens with subtext. Did I miss something? Often I get home and realise I missed something. I only realised last year that a girl I met in New York in 2004 was most likely asking me for a date. This leads to having to recover the conversation the next time I see that person and either rectify the error, or give the correct answer. Often the response to this attempt to correct conversations are phrases like 'Don't worry about it' or 'I didn't think about it'. I am also surrounded by women so they don't honestly care.

Paranoia won't go away, mainly because social norms are lost to me and I will wonder, no matter how many times I'm told, if I am being inappropriate. So I wonder if I can improve in this area. Apparently there are socialization classes but they are fully booked for the next two years, so I better learn some of this stuff on my own. I just hope I know people who tolerate my foibles.

In other news I have a MRI scan on the 7th, Woot indeed.