Memoirs of an Average Unaverage Guy: Entry 4#- The Accountant, and some other stuff.

5:42 p.m.

Well, I was pretty spot on with most of what I said about the movie The Accountant. It was a shoot-em-up movie where a badass codenamed “The Accountant” shot a bunch of mother fuckers that came after him, protected some girl he’d only known for 2 days from dozens of assassins, and killed the biggest baddie of them all in the end. I was only wrong about him doing something in his past or being framed. What I didn’t expect though was the movie focusing around autism and Asperger’s, which “The Accountant ” has and coincidentally so do I. It was really interesting to see the portrayal of what people think it’s like to have Asperger’s Syndrome through film though, especially for one such as myself whom actually has Asperger’s Syndrome. In the film, The Accountant has extreme problems with bright lights, loud noises, not being able to finish something, social interactions, OCD,  and there’s something that requires him to take opioids and roll a pin on his leg at night. Out of all of those, I think the only trait that I share is social interactions. Small talk doesn’t come to me naturally, so often times I wind up just sitting next to someone in a(an?) awkward silence. It was cool to see how he interacted with others and how I could compare that to myself.

7:14 p.m.

I took a short little break from writing to go play some video games. I’m really into strategic games, games that make you think. The game I was just now playing was Clash Royale. You may know what it is, you may not. It’s a mobile dueling app where you battle other people using your own custom “army” per-say. What I like about it is the fact that I’m playing against real people in real time. You have to account for your opponents moves. Your opponent isn’t a computer, set up like clockwork; no, your  opponent is a real live human being, and you can never fully expect what a human being will do. I have to think 1 move, 2 moves, 3 moves in advance in order to outplay and outsmart my opponent, and sometimes you get into those really good games, the kind of games where you’re both equally matched and you stay head to head the entire game until one of you can finally beat the other. Shit. I tend to ramble when I smoke. New topic!

I’m getting my hair cut tomorrow. It’s long overdue, so I can’t wait. I’m in the process of growing it out right now, originally my hair was cut at the eyebrows; but now I’m planning on having it at jaw length or maybe even longer. I’ve had longish hair before, but never that long. A few years ago I remember having longish hair that went down to the bottom of my nose if I pulled it straight down, but honestly I only remember this because I have pictures saved in my phone. Currently the length of my hair is just about touching the tops of my eyes, so I’m getting there, slowly but surely. I feel like I’m rambling again. New topic!

I found my hat today. I had lost it and I couldn’t find it anywhere but it turns out I left it at Aunt Kathy’s the last time I was over there. Now if I could only find my pocket knife, my Swiss army knife, and my eye glasses cleaning cloth. Seriously, I lose shit almost as much as I forget shit man. It’s a serious problem because I still haven’t found my gameboy or that garden snake that escaped its cage back when I was a kid. Not only do I lose things and forget stuff, I forget conversations while I’m having the goddamn conversation. You can probably see how that can pose a problem in every day life. How can you talk to people, if you can’t remember what you said 30 seconds ago? People always ask why I hate talking on the phone or why I always save my snapchat messages. Because I won’t remember what I said the next day if I can’t go back and look.Shit, the next day. Try the next 30 minutes. I’ll forget what people tell me that quick. And don’t get me wrong! It’s not because I don’t care about what they said or anything, it’s just that I can’t remember. Stuff leaves my mind as quickly as it comes in, and I can’t stop it. That’s why I love physical records so much. Books. Films. Paintings and photos, essays and memoirs. They can be re-read or re-watched or re-looked at time and time again, reforming it fresh in your mind.

Well I think I’m off for now.  Don’t think I’ll be long out of bed, only got about 3 and a half hour’s sleep. Yeet.

7:56 p.m.

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