/lit/ - Literature

>all those 20 years old talking about getting old, nostalgia and knowing your way in life

I was in fourth grade, and what was special in fourth grade at my school was that you got the other playground. The east side of the school grounds was for the recesses of grades 1-3 and the other side, the grown-ups side, was for 4-6th grades. So I was a big boy now.

It was at the very beginning of the year, probably the first day of school actually, very likely so. My mom used to make us clothes from time to time. I usually enjoyed that because I could chose the fabric. On that specific day, I was wearing a new outfit she had just made, just pants and a long-sleeved sweater. They were both of the same fabric so they kind of looked like a one piece maybe, maybe not. The designs were of the Flintstone, Fred Flintstone faces all over the place. And I'll be frank with you lads, I'm not completely sure there were Fred Flintstone faces on the pants, maybe I was just wearing jeans, but I very clearly remember the sweater.

I really wasn't sure about this outfit because I didn't particularly like the Flintstones in the first place. Anyway, it was recess time and I remember running up to the top of the large wood and metal play module. I was alone as I usually had just one or two friends and most of the time I didn't feel like hanging out with them at all. At the top of the module were two older girls, logically 5th or 6th grade, I'd say 6th, there were really old. The one on the right kind of looked me up and down, smiled and said "Hey nice shirt, Fred Flintstone".

I was so happy that she randomly complimented my on my shirt like that. I just glided down the module and was on a small high for the rest of the day, maybe even the following one. Totally one of the highlights of my elementary school memories that I still fondly remember to this day.

I am 35 years old now. I have just been diagnosed with autism (Asperger's syndrome), ADHD and very high IQ. I am going back over my life's memories with the newfound lenses of Asperger's and, let me tell you, it's not a pleasant experience, not at all.

It's painfully clear to me now, 25 years later, that this girl's comment on my Fred Flintstone sweater (it was light gray) was pure, undiluted sarcasm.

I wish I could stop revisiting all my memories because it ruins a lot of them, but I can't stop, I won't stop.

I still very much like tiddies though.

I cannot think of a more USA thing than an MFA in Creative Writing.

Trust USA to create capital by teaching someone how to write a story lmao

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Why does the Church regard suicide as a crime when neither the Old or New Testament mention anything of the sort?

Is there anything I can read to overcome the feeling of total emasculation? To cope with the disgust?

My therapist suggested non-fiction and self help books, but is there any relevant literature?