is holding their second annual film festival. Now, they asked Ari Ne'eman to to answer questions as an aspie, but you know he got picked to be on the National Council on Disability, so he suggested me (!!!) and I said yes and I went there tonight to see the movie Max and Mary. I got there a respectable 15 minutes early, but it turns out my schedule was wrong and I was actually AN HOUR and 15 minutes early, but that was fine, it gave me some time to read my book.
At the end first they had questions from... one of the filmmakers? I'm not sure, I had a coughing fit around when we were told the history of the filming, so I left to get some water. And I listened, and I was sitting at the front (a place I would *never* choose for myself because there's no safe barrier of chairs between you and, you know, the front) mentally preparing myself to deal with a barrage of questions and to answer any stupid ones by NOT saying "Wow, that's an incredibly stupid question, you know"... although, you never know, if people expect that they may be gratified to think I have no social skills whatsoever, get to feel a little superior, I don't know.
And the previous speaker finished up and... I don't know what happened, if he was misinformed or what, but he basically finished by saying that "Well, I'll meet you right now in the lobby for snacks" and... I didn't end up answering questions at all.
And as people were clearing out and I was sitting there going "Wait... what?" I realized I had two choices. Well, two good choices. I could try to stop this by yelling "WAIT! There's ME!!!" at the crowd, and look like a fool. Or, I could try to identify one of the coordinators (if I could recognize them in the crowded lobby) and ask them wtf just happened. I'd still feel awkward and out-of-place, but at least I'd feel that way more privately. (Or I could just leave, but it seemed to me that if I left without at least a good faith effort to remedy the situation that when everybody-but-me compared notes later it'd look like I flaked out on them.)
So I did that, and we concurred it was too late to get everybody's attention now, and anyway I had just recently recovered from laryngitis, so I decided that rather than hang around in a crowded noisy lobby full of people eating and the smell of wine (something that always makes me feel a bit nauseous) and perfume (a gratifying sign that I'm less congested, I suppose) I'd just go home and finish my book (The Hunger Games, I can't believe I never read it yet!) on the way.
Which I did.
But I'm still not sure exactly what happened there. Sheesh. I'm not actually *upset*, per se (not actually having to deal with people is a bit of a relief, I suppose...) but I'm really annoyed at the whole thing, and I can't shake the feeling that somehow it's a ME thing... or something. (Deep down, I'm still in elementary school at times, and scared both to be picked and NOT to be picked at seven-up during a class birthday party. I always thought that either way it was probably because they were mocking me, and I may have been right.)
When I've thought on it a bit, I'll post about the movie.