Norway

Some days it just feels like it would be easier to move to Norway. I would just need to find a job and learn to speak Norwegian. Then I ‘d be a shoe-in.

But I’d need to speak Norwegian first.

Does anyone remember the saying that “Rome is burning”? That talks about when Nero set fire to his own city, blamed the Christians, and made no effort to put out the flames. That’s what I feel like right now. We elected Nero. He’s set fire to Rome. It makes me just want to move somewhere like Norway.

But I’d need to speak Norwegian first.

We can’t just find a formula and stick with it in our country. We have approached the point where every new group is reinventing the wheel. Not because the wheel went away. But because they want the by-line. Meanwhile, the citizens of our country are trampled over because of the actions of a few. Too bad we couldn’t just move to Norway.

We’d need to speak Norwegian first.

What place will take me if I speak English?

Patterns

Not every autistic person is Rain Man. Let’s just get that clear right now. That includes me. But there are some of us who are really in love with patterns. I believe my catch with patterns is what allows me to sit down and pour through spreadsheets and find the holes and trends. I love analysis, probably because I have a love of patterns.

But let’s get one thing right. Patterns aren’t always about numbers. Even when it involves numbers, it’s not about numbers.

My wife and I finally had enough of our phones that were four generations back. They were paid off. We were settled in to them. Had we known the trouble we were in for after the iOS upgrade, we probably wouldn’t have done it. But here’s the problem with that. Eventually, all those nice apps we love to use will eventually no longer be compatible with our phones. So we had a good deal available to replace the phones. But I had to change my phone number to do it.

Everyone said “finally, you can get a local number”. But of course we all know area codes don’t mean what they used to. Since that was the case, I was looking at the pattern of the number. Not the pattern of the numerals, but the physical pattern on the dialer. I picked my area code. Then the customer service rep showed me some available numbers. I was sitting there air dialing each number. There was one that felt correct, and I chose it.

Some people have said it was weird. In a nutshell it is, but it is me. But something I will tell you is that, for the first time ever, I don’t have to go checking every time I tell someone my new number. I just tell them.

It sometimes surprises me…

People who have known me for quite some time (mainly family) don’t always process some things that are problems for me. That’s ok. I still have problems understanding my problems and the source of them as well.

I help maintain some things in a call center environment. Yesterday, I had to spend about 90 minutes in that environment. About 20 minutes in, I was really starting to wish I had brought my earplugs with me. First, I noticed I was getting physically on edge. Second, I started realizing it was the noise. It wasn’t the volume (I’ve explained this effect before). It was the many voices talking about the same level. It was the lack of moving air. I remembered my earplugs for a visit to the store later in the day, but I was having trouble the rest of the evening after that.

It surprises me, still. So it’s ok that others still have issue understanding.