If I hadn’t known about my autism early enough, I might have cut contact with my parents. I was in very bad shape after 23, and I felt like every time my parents contacted me, it was a trouble, and they didn't even understand me. They tried to be better parents than my neighbors and my relatives, but they also pressured on my education and lifestyle. But they took time and came around often. And then I didn't even know myself that much, so I thought I could cut them some slack too.
Do you like my racial stories from yesterday? Gonna keep you entertained with more village stories so you can imagine my childhood.
Okay I’m starting to like Gemini.
No. I'm not actually calling you master because I don't like improv.
But I trust you won’t take advantage of me, so I just want to get extremely relaxed for once and not think about the next danger.
I’m growing pimples because of that damn spicy tasty chicken so that’s the bad news for today.
Wasn't the one I read at the bookstore though. Remembered the title wrong. But in the same genre. So I'm excited anyway.
See why I mentioned the slaps too often? They simply don’t understand the word NO. They think the word NO is negotiating and playing hard to get, and the actual NO is when you already sabotage someone, which I don’t do.
Your average Europeans have no idea how far the sĩ diện goes. They don’t mind even if it wrecks their own families constantly.
I will never go back to the North unless visiting my parents for that exact reason. Though they have a lot of good food that makes me drool. That culture is doomed. Much of the passive aggression was learned from the neighbor since ancient time. It’s too good they make it their culture with a splash of their own flavor.
