J Segal Design- Design a Life

* The last money I'll give Giant Eagle. I’m starting to think the name of my blog should be, “I’m A Complete Asshole. Here’s More proof.” Once again I have  ventured out into the world, had a conflict with a person or persons, and decided to share it with a rant on my blog. I’m beginning to notice a theme, though. And I am repentant enough to root out anything that is contributing to my failure. The good news in blogging about this, rather than just stewingoverit, is that thespacebar on my $1000 Google Pixelbook has about a 70% failure rate (examples above), meaning  that once I really get going on some train of thought, fingers flying, I’ll look up and see that I have to go back and add spaces in all the places where the bar failed. At least Google Docs points them out with a squiggly line. Anyhoo so I’m at the local GetGo gas station which is a total traffic nightmare as always because buying groceries at Giant Eagle nets you “fuelperks” discounts on gas. Gas-guzzler...

Bob had a lot of autistic friends. I have mentioned this before. Perhaps I mention it too much. After all they’re just people, and pretty much everyone has something that makes them unique. Everyone has challenges, flaws, different abilities, and of course,  strengths. Whoops, did I just parrot Donald Trump’s, “some of them are very nice people?” That was not my intent. The difference between someone on the spectrum and me is that they have a diagnosis. Terms like autism, asperger's, bipolar, or even terms like shy, provide a kind of shortcut to understanding how a person is or what to expect. Or so the theory goes. Labeling can also be seen as racist, sexist, anti-Semitic, homophobic. So use labels with care. See, I’m difficult. That’s not a malady, officially, but it can be a challenge. There are probably less flattering terms for whatever I am, but I tend to have great difficulty forming and maintaining friendships lately, so I’m not around to hear what people really thi...