Waste
There is this for pervasive belief that life is not being fulfilled if you are not working, constantly going to social events, and having sex — preferably a lot of it. And yet, everyone who is doing these things is completely and utterly miserable. My life, especially as an autistic person, is inside me. I don’t need to be brought out of my shell. I am not missing out on something ‘enjoyable’. I’m autistic and asexual and I’m not a failure in life because I aspire to fulfill myself inside by reading books, listening to music, drawing, or learning to cook and play guitar or chess. I’m okay. My life as myself is okay. I feel no ticking biological clock; no need to drink alcohol or do hard drugs. I’m not missing out on my existence. It’s right here inside me where it belongs and I’m investing in the Director’s Cut.