Last day

Today and yesterday were my last two days down south, after which I head up to the midlands. My mind is mixed as to how the trip had gone. On one hand it was good to see my brothers, my parents and my old friends. On the other hand it was three weeks in a rat infested hole where the only time to myself I was ever able to do projects was the all-nighters I pulled, in order to work on things like this blog and my Android project to name two. This was mainly down to my dad encouraging my younger two brothers to constantly try pull me into their games, which forced me to put down whatever it was I was doing an entertain them and tried to put me on the guilt-trip the only time I absolutely had to say no (I was very tired and needed a little feet-up time). While I think I can understand how he is thinking, he cannot understand how I am thinking. He cannot see that I am a 20 year old student with projects to do, not a parent with two young kids, and thus the thought process might be very different. Ironically I am autistic,l which means I shouldn't be able to understand his thought process, or any body else's for that matter. So who's the autistic one now?

Yesterday was spent with my girlfriend, as a kind of last-day visit, as I may not be able to visit again for another couple of months. It was spent in her hometown, trying to find something to do (her hometown is just as bad for being excessively boring as mine). Eventually we decided to chill at hers for a bit. playing about a hundred small silly games with each other on the way. Sometimes i think these sideshows have an almost sentimental value to them, part of how we identify with each other, and at the same time create fun when there seems to be none around to be had.

Today was also the only day I got to see my older brother, with my dad. Dad was all too willing to constantly feed us with his fatherly wisdom, which sometimes he does not realise can actually be faulty. Indeed if he had his way, I'd have ended up going to a frankly poor university just so i could live with my parents still. In any case, both me and my brother had already listened to more fatherly 'wisdom' than we felt neccessary. It's not like the old man is trying to trip us up, far from it. It's just that this wisdom is limited to his experiences, which mostly come from a time and place very different to ours, and are even more limited in context of our career choices, especially mine (my learning curve includes learning Java, Android API and SQLite at the same time and trying to make a usable product from it. His included learning how to use Microsoft Office). I'm not saying he is always wrong, a lot of the time he can be bang on the money. But there is a big difference between 'most of the time' and 'always'

As for now, I'm sitting on a coach home thinking of what to make of my time down there. I'm not entirely sure if I want to repeat it, and there would be a lot of things I'd change if given the chance to repeat it.