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How to Measure Someone’s Bullshit
Advice from someone on the spectrum
The guy wouldn’t stop kissing my ass, this friend from grad school. Well, “friend” I should say. Must’ve thanked me seven times for some feedback I’d given him about his dissertation. Finally, we went out to dinner with a group of friends. He drank a few too many margaritas and started thanking me. Again. Even tried to pay my tab.
So I did what any high functioning spectrum girl would do. Asked for an explanation. You know us, we like to cut through the shit.
Hey, I was polite. Just wanted to know exactly what I’d done to merit six whole thank you’s in a single evening. And a hug.
Turns out, he hated my guts.
That’s why he was thanking me so profusely for a little feedback on his dissertation. Specifically, he wanted to keep picking my brain. He was planning to ask for advice on an article. But then I’d accidentally called him on his bullshit. Operation Ass Kiss. Abort. Abort.
So, why did he hate me? Because I’d gently critiqued his sampling methods in a seminar paper. Well, gently for someone on the spectrum. It embarrassed him. Not gonna lie…It’s a little bit of a curse sometimes, making enemies without even knowing it. The bullshit doesn’t help.
