I had dinner at Timbre @ Arts House with these lovely ladies last night. It was nice. Good food, good music, good night with good company.
We ordered two half-and-half pizzas. Roasted duck and Spicy Cajun chicken on one, and smoken salmon and sunny side-up on the other. We also got a plate of very tasty buffalo wings and calamari rings. It was a good night out.
It's been awhile since I went out at a good place with good company.
Filming for LocPro was relatively amazing. Maya continued to be a bitch. I saw myself in the mirror and scissored my hair off impulsively. Wanted to die when audio went off for LocPro. Completely gave up on Maya. Lacked sleep, yet had relatively enough sleep. School ended.
I wanted to blog a lot about things that have happened over the past few weeks, but the past is past and we should just get over it.
I have a brother who has mild autism. I am very careful to never use the word "suffering". My brother is not suffering from autism. He merely has it.
This short film hit me hard. I was that scumbag of a sister who would shout and scream at my brothers if they did something wrong or messed with my things. That's probably why they're more scared of me than they are of my parents.
Sometimes, I think, why me? Why my family? What did we do to deserve having someone we know we love have a condition that makes us hate him occasionally? To tell you the truth, my brother's condition is not that bad. It has gotten so much better, and I've learnt to appreciate him and keep my cool. He just can't communicate with others as normal people would. He throws tantrums. But we can't do anything about it. You know what's the worst thing about seeing someone you love have a condition like this? You're so close to being able to communicate with him, to have everything as "it's supposed to be", but you can't do anything. You can't help him get better. You can't deprive him of anything, or give him more of something to make things better. It gets torturous sometimes.
I guess people just need to get used to it, and understand. My parents are great. They love him despite anything, and have so much patience. It's me and my other brother that needs work. We know we'll get there, and my brother will get better too.
People with autism. They will probably be the nicest people you'll ever meet. Innocent, undoubting. If they can talk, they would never lie to you. Not judgemental. They get so much joy out of the most mundane things. Extremely talented in a specific area. They are amazing. They're not suffering.
A few of the very many entertaining conversations I've had with people over the past week or so. I am currently drowning in assignments and procrastination, but these people never fail to make me smile.
