Knowing one's friends....
I just got an email from someone I've never heard off, suggesting that I phone them.
It didn't look quite right for a random email scam/spam. This guy was chatting about watching the neighbour's skip to see if anything useful went into it.
I read it again, then opened my address book at a particular page and checked a number.
Yep. Right first time.![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
on_idle_moor
I'm not quite sure why he was posting from a totally unknown alias, but isn't it nice to know that you're unique enough to be recognised from your style of writing alone!
It didn't look quite right for a random email scam/spam. This guy was chatting about watching the neighbour's skip to see if anything useful went into it.
I read it again, then opened my address book at a particular page and checked a number.
Yep. Right first time.
on_idle_moorI'm not quite sure why he was posting from a totally unknown alias, but isn't it nice to know that you're unique enough to be recognised from your style of writing alone!
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The ignorant swine over the road actually smashed up some perfectly good furniture with a mallet just to fit it in the skip. And then the local kids fished out some sticks of wood and beat on an empty paint tub. CLONK CLONK CLONK. Peasants.
Better not moan any more, this is *your* moaning place after all. Give us a bell whenever you like...
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I try to tell him this makes me feel like the Madwoman in the Attic, but he tells me I should *know by now* that we're together, and trust him. And I'm only just disabled (marginal diplegic cerebral palsy), which makes me feel an impostor if I try to join up with disabled groups...
I can't bring friends in, like the Jomsborg SF discussion group (who I've rather fallen out of touch with over the years), because the place is a tip, which is all my fault, and there are not enough chairs (I was charmed and delighted, on reading solemnly and thoroughly through AS Byatt's four Condition of England novels, that there's a scene about the librarians thinking readers are a regrettable nuisance, and there are never enough chairs until people muddle through and put Pointed Notices up)...
I can't work out who, if anybody, I will actually make friends with from the Mac user groups I belong to, although I was moved that people were worried about me and hoped I could manage, at the local one. It is full of graphic designers, one vicar and a lot of people all of whose computers are Macs, who look blank when I say 'how do you make this work on a mixed network'.
I tried to learn programming to have something to talk to Beloved about, and was simply not intelligent enough... I don't *think* algorithmically, so I came up with vast quantities of spaghetti Applescript that do nothing useful, and was just beginning to learn Ruby when I was taken into hospital raving psychotic after Beloved was on a climbing weekend...and the last thing I remember thinking before it all went 'floop' was I Can Get Everything Out In The Open, ask Beloved's forgiveness for everything I've done wrong, and ask him to marry me.
Everybody says I'm so much better every time they see me, but this was the case when I was In The Bin, when I was released, and ever since, so I have to keep second-guessing, is this extravagant, is this hypomania, is this reasonable?
And every time I see my social worker she tells me I looked 'ill' last time, and I remember going to the door saying, can we go to groups so I can join things--carefully dressed to go out... and my perception that I looked OK must have been wrong, because I look so much better now...
And I ought to have fewer books lying about--but I'm trying and trying a) to lose myself in books b) to learn my craft from books and c) to read anything so that I learn about the world from them...
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If you want to meet climbers socially, then take up an interest that fits in around it. Bird watching? Wild flowers? Cooking? (climbers like being fed)
However, my main technique for sanity is this: get out as often as you possibly can. Read widely on LJ and accept every invitation you see. eg. Gaming weekends, etc. Do not ask 'do they mean me?' If an invitation says "If you're reading this, you're invited" then assume they mean what they say. I've made several friends that way.
Also, consider joining the Hitchhikers fan club. They're a nice bunch of people and they have occasional social gatherings. These involve walking, but usually at an amble and with a pub in mind. I'm aiming to go to one in January at the British Museum - hopefully to see the Terracotta Warriors. Want to join and come along? It's pretty cheap to be a member.
http://www.zz9.org/