The most important lesson I've learned while working in Special Ed, and generally, from people, is this: Any act, any intention–clear or otherwise–any shouting or yelling or crying or hitting with all the summoned hatred that a person can have–directed or indirect (or wild, wild fear)–if it’s mean or nice or you don’t know what to make of it–any eye contact (or lack of it) or a quick glance away–any pointing or spitting or falling to the floor or refusal or quick smile–any thing that is done is an attempt to communicate a need. Pause.
Pause is important, now stop: hammer time.
Huge Giants fan. Love running. Love boardgames. And, yeah, I like hiking and traveling, too. Duuuuuuuuh.
Also, I can get lower than you on the dance floor.
Also in a band and am a serious writer of Poetry. If I just turned you on, I'm not sorry.
Books: NueroTribes. Read it. It's about autism.
Movies: The Right Stuff (I don't know why, but this 80s movie about the Apollo program is my favorite movie of all-time), Moon, and of course Star Wars, duh, duh, duh.
TV Show: Game of Thrones and Cosmos!
Music: anything sexy
Food: Can I has cheeseburger?
I have great love for all people, great respect, and I will do anything I can if I know someone needs help. There is no exception. I have no secret motives, the only motive I have is that it’s the right thing to do and I can only hope that those who care about me do not see my actions as putting my priorities on strictly others or elsewhere, but rather that I put my faith in the goodness and needs of people. I am not looking out—I am looking all around—and I’m sorry, but love is something that has to be shared or else who are we? It has to be given out in all directions in great big giant circles. Man, it’s so unfair to say, “See this? This is only for you—only you will be treated this way.” Such beliefs remove us from the world, from ourselves—isolate us—for when we give with selfish intent, we take with selfish intent.