Problem, Young Reapers? *Trollface* or "Asexuals in Aromantic... uh... Other"
The first three tests (Microbiology, Anatomy, Funeral Directing) went incredibly well. The one we had on embalming on Friday... not so well. Fortunately, I'm not the only one
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Being Asexual. To get an idea what it's like, imagine NASCAR. Are you interested in NASCAR? Watching the cars go around a million times, the driver's names, the miles, the makes and models? Not really interesting? Don't really care? Imagine if everyone in your school was suddenly super obsessed with it and one day your friends convinced you to go to one of the races. You know that kinda feeling of "Ok, I'm trying to give a damn, but I really would rather be doing something else" and "Explain to me again what the appeal is?" and "Ok. You like that. More power to you, but I don't care"? Sex is like NASCAR.
Even closer example: Imagine your family moved to another planet that was exactly like Earth with beings that were exactly like humans except that on this planets, babies actually come from stork delivery. On this planet, the dominant culture is based on eyebrow beauty. Males of the species are said to think about a raised eyebrow every 17 seconds. Most plots on TV shows feature eyebrow fixation as a major plot point. Touching another's eyebrow is something you do behind closed doors. Licking another's eyebrow... That is supposed to be reserved for marriage, but plenty of teens who slurp in parked cars, far from the eyes of prudish parents. Some teens' grades are bad because they cannot concentrate on academics; all they ever think about is eyebrows, especially big bushy ones.
"What on Earth is this eyebrow thing?" you, new resident from Earth ask. You are aware of eyebrows' existence, and you are perfectly capable of admiring a nice set aesthetically, but these people seem to devote a large chunk of mental energy and waking hours to it! And it's kinda ridiculous! It just does not make sense. It's their culture, and you're like "oh, well, I just live here!" but sometimes it gets a teensy bit old when every conversation, tv show, movie, and book starts to go back to that eyebrow thing.
That little switch is what I think the difference is. Every human has a sexual switch. Every single one. When it gets flicked to "on", a person is turned on and all the sex-lextricity flows. Most people get their switches connected during puberty, but some people get it connected earlier. Some people's switches only get activated by certain things. Some people's wirings short out. The wirings usually follow a general pattern. Some people have a dimmer instead of a switch. Some people's electricity flows more strongly to the living room than it does to the dining room.
And asexuals... the electrician never showed up to hook up the wire. Which confuses some people. They're like "I'm flicking this switch! Is it going? Why isn't there light?!" And it can be confusing for asexuals, too. We see everybody else flicking their switches and going "WOW! ALL THIS LIGHT!" So sometimes it's like "where's my light?" And before I realized it, I often mistook the light shining in the windows from outside or from other people's houses to be my light. But nope. The switch just isn't connected. And sometimes I forget that it's not connected until I invite someone over to read.
"Uh, where's the light?"
"... Oops. Forgot about that. Um... want to sit in the dark?"
"Well then how do you read?"
"I don't, really."
"Well then why do you invite me to read if you don't have any lights?"
"Yours were just so bright shining in my windows! I got confused! I keep hearing all this stuff about when the lights go on, and it's such a "given" that everyone has lights that sometimes I can forget that the switch doesn't connect."
But other times, most times in fact, but especially when my friends are moping about their relationship troubles, it's more like everyone has this horrible curse or disease and it makes them miserable. But I don't have the disease and I am immune, so I feel guilty watching them suffer.
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