Soooo good. Airplanes - Local Natives cover.
Anonymous asked: fav color? fav food? fav actess?
Blue/green/orange. Its a tie. Lobster or crabs. and Emma Stone!
A mansion burnt down a couple minutes from my house. Lone car was sitting in it.
Jonathan/Narrator: When I was two years old, I was diagnosed with Aspergers. I was completely aware of what was going on around me, ever more so than others in some situations, just certain things didn’t register. Like emotions. I couldn’t tell what other people felt by their faces or tone of voice. But that didn’t mean I wasn’t capable of learning, or having a job. You know, necessities to live. I was home-schooled my entire life, and didn’t really “graduate” until I was 21. But more or less, I was learning. My mom always said science was like a second nature to me, and well, I really liked it, so I had no problem with it. She recommended that I pursue it, as a career. One person who never doubted me was my mother. She pushed me. Which is why I am the way I am. I’ve taken my disability and make it an ability. So I decided I wanted to go for a job in the science field, and my mom wanted to hire me a tutor-like figure to get me started. To help me. Well finding a tutor was, difficult, and I’m not sure difficult is even a strong enough word to express how hard it was. We first tried a man named Dr. Phogar. He was one of the top rated doctors in the nation, so I felt like I had some luck with how this would turn out.
Dr. Phogar: Hello son. So tell me about yourself.
I told him about myself, and included most of the stuff I told you before.
He kept nodding while I was speaking and writing things down on his clipboard. Finally, after an awkward silence, said something.
Dr. Phogar: Son, I can’t help you. Your disability is far too severe to even begin in a simple, basic science field. I’m sorry.
I felt destroyed. Why was he one of the best doctors in the nation if he can’t even help ME? I’m not that disabled… at least I didn’t think so. My mom and I weren’t giving up though. Second in line, under Dr. Phogar, was a man named Dr. Clemonce. The entire conversation with him was nearly identical as Dr. Phogars. He asked me about myself, and I told him. I was hoping for a positive outcome.
Dr. Clemonce: Boy, you’re far too disabled and confused for me to even begin working with you. Perhaps give it a few years, and if not, maybe look into something more, I don’t know, simple.
I was done after the two appointments. I laid in my room for days, just picturing my life as a bland, boring, story. My mom though didn’t give up. We eventually started looking into local doctors. Doctors who weren’t nearly as good as the nationally ranked ones, so we expected it to be a fail. My mom scheduled me an appointment with a lady named Dr. Fisher. As before, the conversation was pretty similar. She asked me about myself, and I told her everything I told Dr. Phogar and Dr. Clemonce. I was expecting her to reject me, and to basically rub in my face that I would never succeed in life or fulfill my dreams. But surprisingly, she didn’t say any of that.
Dr. Fisher: Young man, I see your disability as an ability. We could get you working in a specific part of the field, in which you could apply yourself to one or two specific tasks. I would love to have the honor of working and tutoring you.
This happened two years ago. I’m now twenty-four, and successfully working in the science field. I guess sometimes, the people you doubt the most are the people who will help you more-so than the ones you trust.
