Your personal experience with spergs and 'tismals

GrandNumberOfPounds said:
revengeofphil said:
Once a clearly very special needs guy randomly stole my fries at the zoo when I was a kid.
I was traumatized
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I'm sorry, I don't want to sound like a fart-minded JERK but that made me LOL. It just struck me as funny for some reason.

I don't know what would have happened if something like that happened to me as a kid. I'd probably be pretty traumatized too, like cry or pout. I'm thinking of going to the zoo soon because they put in a grizzly exhibit, and if something like that happened to me now I'd probably laugh or think WTF.
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I didn't cry or anything I just sat there like "holy shit what just happened"
And that is why I'm legit afraid of special people. Cause one guy stole my fries.
But he did it in such a horrifiying and animalistic manner that made it all the worse.
 
I think I sorta found out who on my flickr contact list are spergs and who aren't when they changed flickr and some people panicked so bad they moved to ipernity, or they're still bitching about it in their photostream, months later.
 
I've been noticing for a while that... they say people grow to fit their names. I think "Chris" has a hex on it. Think of all the weird, spergy, not-quite-right Chrises you know. Yeah. Same with "Chad", or "Ashley". Naming a kid that is just begging for trouble. /THAT'S NAME-IST

My experiences with austists are pretty dull and predictable. They'd mostly go about their own business, and they were really pretty nice kids. Some had pretty normal social lives, even if they spent most of their free time pacing with their MP3 players on max, and gibbering to themselves.

General "don't know when the person you're talking at is bored of your train/rock/sawnik talk" stuff.
 
Lady Houligan said:
His master plan was to open the power point with the old meme "N****r stole my bike" and then just post pictures of "African animals". (He was in fifth grade, so approximately 11 years old.)
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Holy shit how did the class react?
 
Picklepower said:
Lady Houligan said:
His master plan was to open the power point with the old meme "N****r stole my bike" and then just post pictures of "African animals". (He was in fifth grade, so approximately 11 years old.)
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Holy shit how did the class react?
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He never got the chance. Part of my job was following up with students on projects like that to make sure they were staying on task and not just fucking around. (Which R was pro at, if I had a dollar for every time I'd told him to get off flash game websites and to get back to work I wouldn't have needed a paycheck some days.) So as soon as I realized he was trying to export it into his power point we went out into the hallway for one of hundreds "so is this appropriate" talks. And when he wouldn't back down to me, the classroom teacher was brought into the discussion and told him flat-out he'd fail automatically if something like that was in his power point. (Cue his grandmother calling the next day to bitch about how the classroom teacher and I were "suppressing R's creativity and freedom of speech".) But ultimately he didn't put in the meme, but his power point about an African nation (I think he had Egypt) ended up being about all the animals you see in The Lion King.
 
Lady Houligan said:
Picklepower said:
Lady Houligan said:
His master plan was to open the power point with the old meme "N****r stole my bike" and then just post pictures of "African animals". (He was in fifth grade, so approximately 11 years old.)
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Holy shit how did the class react?
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He never got the chance. Part of my job was following up with students on projects like that to make sure they were staying on task and not just fucking around. (Which R was pro at, if I had a dollar for every time I'd told him to get off flash game websites and to get back to work I wouldn't have needed a paycheck some days.) So as soon as I realized he was trying to export it into his power point we went out into the hallway for one of hundreds "so is this appropriate" talks. And when he wouldn't back down to me, the classroom teacher was brought into the discussion and told him flat-out he'd fail automatically if something like that was in his power point. (Cue his grandmother calling the next day to bitch about how the classroom teacher and I were "suppressing R's creativity and freedom of speech".) But ultimately he didn't put in the meme, but his power point about an African nation (I think he had Egypt) ended up being about all the animals you see in The Lion King.
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It's not like people live there or anything
 
revengeofphil said:
It's not like people live there or anything
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Lol, believe me, I know. I grew up being really good friends with a guy who was HUGE into the history and culture of ancient Egypt, and a friend from college went there to study abroad. I tried to explain all that to R as suggestions for things to add to the power point. But he would not listen to anyone that wasn't saying what he wanted to hear, much like OPL in that aspect.

Although knowing him he only would have wanted to talk about the one myth that explains how Osirius lost his dick after Horus tore him apart.
 
I have to deal with hardcore wapanese, obsessive bronies, beta-males, pseudo-intellectuals , tourneyfags, oldchais, and the occasional furfag (wait bronies are furfags 2.0 whatever) all the damn time at my college. I try to avoid them at all costs, but I occasionally encounters are unavoidable.

Some weebs there even have the shamelessness to fucking converse with each other about fucking doujins and hentai in fucking public (in great detail I may add). Not to mention there are ladies present lol jk the female weebs have no decency either.

Some sperg freaked out during my figure drawing class, because there was nude model and it was the first time he saw nude women IRL (he probably looks at a lot of pr0nz, why should a nude women IRL be any different?).

I guess that is the :tugboat: of of going to a graphic design college.....
 
Great Unclean Chris said:
I have to deal with hardcore wapanese, obsessive bronies, beta-males, pseudo-intellectuals , tourneyfags, oldchais, and the occasional furfag (wait bronies are furfags 2.0 whatever) all the damn time at my college. I try to avoid them at all costs, but I occasionally encounters are unavoidable.

Some weebs there even have the shamelessness to fucking converse with each other about fucking doujins and hentai in fucking public (in great detail I may add). Not to mention there are ladies present lol jk the female weebs have no decency either.

Some sperg freaked out during my figure drawing class, because there was nude model and it was the first time he saw nude women IRL (he probably looks at a lot of pr0nz, why should a nude women IRL be any different?).

I guess that is the :tugboat: of of going to a graphic design college.....
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Me and my friend talked about hentai doujin for like 10 minutes, but we were at an anime con so it was appropriate.
 
Great Unclean Chris said:
I have to deal with hardcore wapanese, obsessive bronies, beta-males, pseudo-intellectuals , tourneyfags, oldchais, and the occasional furfag (wait bronies are furfags 2.0 whatever) all the damn time at my college. I try to avoid them at all costs, but I occasionally encounters are unavoidable.

Some weebs there even have the shamelessness to fucking converse with each other about fucking doujins and hentai in fucking public (in great detail I may add). Not to mention there are ladies present lol jk the female weebs have no decency either.

Some sperg freaked out during my figure drawing class, because there was nude model and it was the first time he saw nude women IRL (he probably looks at a lot of pr0nz, why should a nude women IRL be any different?).

I guess that is the :tugboat: of of going to a graphic design college.....
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How did he freak out?
 
How did I just find this thread? Awesome.

Well, there was a kid at my high school who was just like Chris. Looked, dressed, talked, acted like him, was a boy scout, if someone made fun of him he'd start screaming about how he'd sue or go to the police. But this was like 20 years ago, and they didn't talk about autism or Asperger's quite the same back then, and he went to a mainstream high school and clearly had a lot of problems.

There's another guy I'm casually acquainted with around here who also looks, talks and acts like Chris, he's about 40. And there was a guy that used to come to a game store when I worked there during the Pokemon days, about 40, with his elderly mom, a complete Chris, playing cards with the kiddies with a Chris-like child voice. And there was a crazy 40ish guy who came into another store I worked with back in the day, with his crazy elderly mom, another Chris...he used to get sexually aroused by women tapping on counters. If the town crazies all used the internet in its infancy, and if ED existed back then, these guys would have made great articles.

And then there's the people I know online. I had one guy add me on FB ages ago through a mutual interest...and his sentence structure is just like Chris. And I know from his pics that he's another 30+ year old virgin with no social skills. He's the kind of guy who thinks the waitresses at Hooters are really interested in him. Posts statuses every day about things his friends are posting about that day, and he's sitting waiting for us to chime in. "Please talk to me" cries for help. Or he'll be like "Hey, I just heard there's a new Spider-Man movie coming out!" like a year after it's announced, and then you have to be "Yeah, dude...I know...".
 
There was this kid a year below me in school who, looking back on things now, I suspect she had some kind of developmental disorder. She was smart and did well academically, so I don't think it was a learning disability, but she was pretty bad at picking up on social cues, mistook teasing for friendly gestures, was kind of immature, etc. She spent a couple of years hanging around me and trying to talk to me and be my friend and I rebuffed her for no real reason other than that she was kind of weird. When I finally pulled my head out of my ass and started being nice back to her she turned out to be a pretty good friend, and we were pals all through junior high and highschool.

She was super obsessed with horses. Her bedroom was crammed full of everything to do with horses - sheets and blankets with horses on them, plush horses, horse calendar, horse books, horse music boxes, toy horses and horse figurines of every type and every size you could imagine, pictures of horses on the walls. She also had tons of Breyer horse models, which I thought were really cool since my sister and I collected them too, and notebooks filled with little drawings of horse characters she made up. She could only draw them from one angle (in profile) and usually in some variation of a standing/walking pose, and they all had amazing names like Blazerella. Aside from the horse obsession she was a pretty normal kid who graduated on time, attended college, got a degree and held down jobs.

Then there was my sister's boyfriend's kid Daniel, who probably could have done okay for himself if his parents hadn't been complete failures. He lived with his dad and my sister and was constantly getting sent to his room because they just didn't want to deal with him, while apparently his mom let him do whatever he wanted. He was obsessed with Yugioh and Pokemon, and at the age of sixteen was functionally illiterate. His dad pretty much viewed his disability as an excuse to give up trying to parent him. It was pretty sad.
 
Christ-ian said:
derpi said:
Well in elementary school there was an autistic girl named Nora. I had just transferred into that school for third grade and didn't know she had autism. Up to that point I had never even met anyone that was emotionally unstable (except for my mother, but that's a story for another time). So the first time we had PE together she was probably told by her helper to go make the new girl feel welcome or some nonsense.
So, 150 pound third grader pounces on little 40-something pound me. She attempted to hug me. I didn't like being hugged by strange fat girls, so I shoved her off and told her not to touch me ever again.
Suddenly, I was swarmed by a gang of third grade white-knights complaining to me about how she has mental problems and that I'm an awful person. I gave zero fucks, and told them to control their friend.
A few years later I go to high school. Who's there? Nora. At this point I'm well aware of autism and do my best to avoid her. A few of the girls that had protected her in elementary school are there as well.
I ignore her all throughout high school, and the girls who once white knighted now take advantage of Madam le Sperg and insult her behind her back. Fun times.

There was a boy in high school named Chris that I'm sure was autistic but had never been diagnosed. He never bathed. He had a crush on pretty much every attractive girl he saw. I was mean to him. He had a crush on one of my friends and since she was too nice to reject him she told him that she was a lesbian and made out with me whenever he was close.
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You actually sound a little bit mean. .__.
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Yes ._. That's because I am ._.
 
I didn't want to have one super long post, so here's another story.

Despite graduating from high school years ago, I had another encounter with the speshul students at my former high school while I was still in college. I took the bus, which just happens to go by the bus stop in front of my former high school. Usually this didn't matter because my schedule didn't coincide with the start and the end of the school day, at least at that particular school. Early in my final semester, however, that changed. Mid morning or so I noticed the bus stopped in front of the school. Since this was unusual, I looked out the window. I could see wheelchairs and what was very obviously not any of the normal students. The fact that they wore identical shirts didn't help (it didn't flat-out label them as slow-in-the-minds, but they weren't specified either, not unlike the doors of their classrooms in my time). It's worth noting at this time that not all of them were spergs or autistics. There were quite a few down syndrome people, as well as some generic retarded people. Most of them were on the autism spectrum, though.

So I figure that just because it's the entire special ed class doesn't mean that anything is going to happen. And I'm just one person on the bus, who is usually good at being ignored. What're the odds they're going to notice me? ...Took about ten seconds for the first kid to get on after the wheelchair kids to notice me and practically run to the back of the bus. He sits down in the seat directly next to me and asks what game I'm playing on my DS (for the record, every time he talks he's just a few decibels short of shouting). I answer: Chrono Trigger. His next question is what kind of game is it, and I tell him it's an RPG. Then he asks if he can play. I don't know how autistic you have to be to ask a total stranger to play with their stuff, but holy fuck I still can't believe he asked me.

Of course I tell him no, but he continues to sit next to me. While he sits next to me he begs to his classmates to play their various games and gives me...advice. I don't think this guy knew what an RPG was because he kept telling me things like "be careful on the ladder!" and "don't fall off the rope!" I don't know what they tell these kids, but it must be interesting because I've never gotten advice like that even for platformers.

Another thing about this kid is that he was leaning on me. I mean, he was flat out pressing himself against me. I'm a little freaked out someone who is almost certainly underage that I don't even know is a few seconds away from wrapping his arms around me, so I tell him to please stop leaning on me. Nothing. I ask him to please stop touching me. Nothing. I tell him to stop touching me. Nothing.

Eventually the kids get off to transfer to their destination, whatever it was. It was a huge relief, but this became a biweekly event. And for the first two months this same kid makes a point to sit next to me, lean on me, and beg to play my games while giving me weird advice for them.

One day, he actually got one of his classmates to loan him their game, so he ignores me, for once (but still within a few seats of me). Today however, a different teacher/teacher's aid sits in the back (I never noticed them before, but they could have been up front with the worst functioning kids). This woman orders him to put away the game, saying she considers this class time not free time so he can't play a game until tomorrow. My admirer points at me and shouts that I have a game. I respond by saying something along the lines that I'm not a high school student and part of their group, mostly because I have a feeling this woman is two seconds away from telling me to put away my stuff in the presence of her students, but also because I don't want to get involved.

Luckily she doesn't try to boss me around, but the kid freaks out and tantrums all the way to their stop. You could still hear him screaming outside until the bus pulled away. I swear everybody sighed in the glorious silence when they were gone.

The group continued to use the bus biweekly, but after that incident they appeared to have forbidden them to sitting down near passengers not part of the group so they never sat near me again. Even though it makes for an interesting story I was grateful because I was thoroughly uncomfortable with being leaned on all the time. Not to mention his inability to speak at a normal level.
 
hm yeah said:
I've been noticing for a while that... they say people grow to fit their names. I think "Chris" has a hex on it. Think of all the weird, spergy, not-quite-right Chrises you know. Yeah. Same with "Chad", or "Ashley". Naming a kid that is just begging for trouble. /THAT'S NAME-IST

My experiences with austists are pretty dull and predictable. They'd mostly go about their own business, and they were really pretty nice kids. Some had pretty normal social lives, even if they spent most of their free time pacing with their MP3 players on max, and gibbering to themselves.

General "don't know when the person you're talking at is bored of your train/rock/sawnik talk" stuff.
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Actually I've got close friends named Chris, Chad, and Ashley and all three are awesome salt of the earth people.
 
CompyRex said:
Crazy Pacer said:
I want to take this time to state that I do not believe your Liberal "Science" regarding Autism being something that is out of its sufferer's control. Autism has no basis in either the Bible or Science, and I can only conclude that individuals choose to be Autistic because of some mania or lack of morality.
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Exactly! I've been saying autism is a lifestyle choice forever. :ween:
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Except there actually is no proof that Autism is even real. Think about it, how recent was the "disease" even named? Furthermore, were it really a disease there would be some way to prevent it. But there is not any evidence of either a disease or a cure. There is nothing but lazy fucks who refuse to even learn to speak and would rather rock back and forth all day like some sort of monkey.

Also, Autism has only gained any sort of notice after Obama drastically loosened the requirements for a tugboat - coincidence?

The Dude said:
Actually I've got close friends named Chris, Chad, and Ashley and all three are awesome salt the earth people.
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We had an autistic girl in our high school class. She was a train wreck-no friends, an obsession with the Muppets/Fraggles (?) and all sorts of nerdy things. She thought she was an expert on everything, but didn't know basic facts like 'in algebra, you try to find x'. Thought she was an amazing actress/singer/artist/writer, wasn't. Talked to herself in class. Cried a lot when people proved her wrong or corrected her. Typical autistic things.

Icing on the cake was saying 'The Holocaust couldn't have been that bad' in freshman history. The look on our teachers face was priceless!
 
I worked with a woman at my last job (that I got laid off from 2 years ago tomorrow, fuck my life) who I think was missing some screws.

-Sandra never shut up. NEVER. My office mate and I would be working quietly, and all of a sudden, Sandra would just blurt out something stupid, like "you know .... I haven't had a tuna sandwich in a long time!", or "Do you know ____", or ask me some stupid question my supervisor would only know. One time, like the second day of work, Sandra kept on disagreeing with me over some policy, I'd had it and I dialed my supervisor who was at the other campus.

-Another wtf thing she did the first week of work was obsess about her cracked windshield. She kept on telling people she needed a day off to get her windshield fixed. Can't you do that shit during the weekend? I knew something was up with her due to her obsessing over that windshield.

-She always talked about her daughter going to UVA at Wise like it was as special as going to UVA. It's the liberal arts school UVA has that nobody ever talks about it.

-She pretty much told me once that my bachelors degree I worked years for is worthless. She was taking phd classes at some ripoff online school

-She broke the copier

-She always rolled her eyes when explaining stuff to me. Cunt.

-She would scare potential students off because she'd overstimulate them and they'd get scared and run off.

-People who worked at the college told me that she used to be a counselor for the public schools, and none of the kids liked her because she never shut up.

-SHE WAS IN THE AIR FORCE YOU GUYS. WTF. I hope she was discharged for being such a dingbat.
 
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