#v everyday and normal on the outisde

[self-critical-automaton]

one of the weirdest things about being me is that i have done nothing meaningful with my time on earth and have no real social life, and yet I'm like two degrees of bacon away from various world-famous celebrities. For example, when i was a kid i was part of my mum's unassuming, everyday, north-london church community, and it was mostly through that community that I had friends. My closest friend, well, his dad was a music journalist. A pretty high-tier one, the kind of person who interviews legendary bands and gives out backstage passes like candy (for the record this was not something I could take advantage of, being too autistic to know how music worked and to afraid to leave the house). He ended up close friends with some of the people he interviewed, by being broadly nice and vaguely charming, and some of them would come hang out with him sometimes. This was all long ago, and he's long retired, anyway. In the year of our lord 2023, I asked my mum 'so how is Martin? I heard he finished training to become a priest.' and got told 'Oh, he's on tour with U2', which is like, already a wild thing to hear as a penniless, disabled, isolated, queer waste of space who can't even leave the house. But worse, it precipitated an existential meltdown as I realized OH. that guy in the weird orange glasses who used to show up to the post-service coffee sometimes, THAT was fucking BONO.