this morning I checked myself on the autism spectrum. I feel safe in declaring that I am not autistic, which is a good thing because I would have one of two reactions:
1) feel oddly special about having autism and then self-hate for using autism as a means to buoy my confidence.
2) rehash my entire life up to this moment to determine if past failings and humiliations could be attributed to my new wikipedia diagnosis.
I suppose that actually doing my work might have productive effects on both my sanity and my career, but it's just so much more entertaining to search for alternative explanations as to why the damn HP is affecting me so much. I got choked up at work yesterday, people. that is most definitely not
taking it like a man.