For some reason, recently, I’ve been asked by a few people to see columns I’d written. They weren’t aware I had a spot in here, so when I mention it, thinking they’re in the know, I get sudden requests to see one. It’s a reminder that there are actually people out there that are interested in what I have to say, which is something I usually convince myself isn’t the case. I usually keep a lot about myself under wraps, like super top secret classified information, and only choose very carefully what I present to others. So, I tend to just become an echochamber of a person, only saying what I need to in order to fit in, because that’s what my having Asperger’s has taught me is the correct thing to do. Yet, contrary to that, there are people who want to know more, so here I am, writing for them. I was planning to brag about my adventures in Japan, but I’m sure that the people who do know me well enough have had more of that than they’d ever want to experience, so I’ll have mercy on them because I know for a fact they read these every time. Instead, I want to talk about my uncle’s upcoming wedding. In two weeks, I’ll be attending that. It’s the first wedding I’ve been to that I will probably remember. I went to one when I was 12 or 13, but I was a very bitter, mean-spirited person back then, so I blocked it out of my mind. All I remember is being forced to go. I still have no interest in the wedding itself. I simply don’t have it in me to care - it doesn’t come naturally to me. Rather, I just want to wear my super fancy clothes. In recent years, I’ve had the realisation that I’m actually an adult (if you don’t count my height) and that within reason, I can do whatever I want. That means I can actually dress the way I want rather than just wearing what my mother says suits me. So, with that in mind, I started actually looking for what I like. As it turns out, I found what I like, and when out with my friend a few months ago, I bought the centrepiece of my new wardrobe. For the first time ever, thanks to buying that, I’ve actually taken both interest, and pride, in how I present myself to others. I wanted to buy more of the same kind of thing, but what I learned is that it’s really hard to find the sorts of clothes people wore 200 years ago. If I could get my hands on some, my entire wardrobe would look like a period drama with a few more “normal” things thrown in for good measure. In any case, I’m looking forward to keeping my promise later on in the year and being a total show off.