Introducing, the acceptables...

I did promise that I would get round to explaining this eventually so here goes. There are perhaps only 4 or 5 people that I am socially comfortable with, and therefore the only people I talk to. But like with normal people too, my comfort levels, ability, and desire, to socialise or when socialising with even these few people goes up and down depending on my mood.

Firstly, there is of course the Man...

Who I live with and follow around like a lost puppy. But because he works stupid hours in central London, by driving into town, parking for the day and getting the rain to Paddington, most days hes just too tired or busy to do absolutely anything. Poor bloke. And I must note the only one of the acceptables who I trust to take me anywhere.

Trust (Not literally, just to not put me in awkward social situations) - 10/10

Social Comfort Level - 10/10

Then there is the Old Woman...

Who I also live with bu only technically because we don't see each other about that often being that I live in my bedroom, and shes always out. The Old Woman, as her may suggest, is old enough to be my grandparent and though "seemly" tries to understand my social phobia and the way my mind thinks, does not seem to understand the severity or the complexity of the problem. I do sometimes wonder if she either thinks I'm just being difficult or she still thinks its 1940 and I can be cured by hanging upside down on a Thursday with custard in my nose, either that or a nice padded cell. I have many arguments with the Old Woman. Most of which about her love of having many many guests over spontaneously, sometimes several times a week, which causes me to freak out completely, cry and hide. Something of which she still fails to understand in the slightest.

Trust (Not literally, just to not put me in awkward social situations) - 4/10

Social Comfort Level - 6/10

The Man's Brother, is another acceptable...

He comes by occasionally from town where he lives to discuss computer things, taxes, and mostly his financial and family situation. Sometimes to borrow things (that are his anyway, and live in our garage due to a space issue of his) or garden things, like chop down dying trees. He is currently in the process of divorcing his wife of 20 (?) years, since she continuously stabs him in the back and takes all she can from him, she has been stealing for many years. They haven't been happy for a long time but him getting another women pregnant clinched it. His 3 daughters aren't much better. All teenagers, two of which (the eldest and the youngest) have babies, but neither are still with the fathers. The middle one is a bit of a party animal but that has calmed down a bit since she found out she was diabetic and now has to take insulin every day. To top it off, he owns the Inland Revenue a stupidly massive sum of money into the hundreds of thousands. And the women he got pregnant is keeping the baby, but they aren't together, and so now come February he will have another one to worry about. You can't help but feel bad for him. (With no mean to sound like I'm on any kind of high horse, I do tend to find the man's brothers family rather chavish. Or very chavish actually, and you can sort of see why...)

Trust (Not literally, just to not put me in awkward social situations) - 3/10

Social Comfort Level - 5/10

And then there are the Man's friends, Fixy Man and Football Man...

Fixy Man lives in the same street in town near the Man's Brother with his wife and three teenage sons. He, as his name suggests, is a mechanic and he fixes things for us, cars, lawn mowers, motorbikes...etc, for free. (We try and pay him but he doesn't let us.) Another lovely guy. Unfortunately he recently has had an operation on his leg and has been out of action for a while. He was under the impression that the operation would cure his problem and he would recover but it doesn't look that way anymore, so fixy mans fixing days may be numbered.

Trust (Not literally, just to not put me in awkward social situations) - 0/10

Social Comfort Level - 4/10

Football Man we see less often. He also live in town with his wife and triplet teenage sons. he comes here mainly to drink beers and watch football (actual football, not American football) when important (so I'm told) matches are on. I am a nice enough person about stuff like this; I think its sweet that they get together and have a little play date to watch games, so there's no whining from me about such things.

Trust (Not literally, just to not put me in awkward social situations) - 0/10

Social Comfort Level - 1/10

All of these people are quite a bit older than me, and all but one of which are male...bizarre I know, but older males seems to be the type of person I'm comfortable with. Yes, I'm aware of the creepiness that it suggests, but its for these 4 reasons.
1. I'm frightened of teenagers and people my own age...I don't know why.
2. I generally find females rather bitchy and harder to be around.
3. The relationship with my mother was fraught with difficulty and hate, whereas with my father love and ease.
4. Being that my main social companion is the Man, and I have no friends, and most of his friends are men, it just happens to have worked out that way.

So, no creepiness I can assure you.

What I have learnt about life this week...

I have recently been going back over my family tree on ancestry.co.uk, which I had abandoned previously last year, (out of boredom if I'm honest), but for some reason its perked my interested again, and I'm back in the game...with all the retired women desperately searching for something to do with their lives. (No offence to anyone who does enjoy that sort of thing, I mean I do it myself for gods sake, but it does seem to be mostly women in their later years on those sorts of websites for some reason, I suppose most people my age have a life...but I digress). Before I could start myself up again, I had to log in, which I hadn't done for nearly a whole year. I couldn't for the life of me remember my password...or my username...and not even which email I used to register (I seem to collect emails) so, if you understand the basic function of a situation like this, IE forgot username, they will email it to you, forgot password they will email it to you, you will understand I seemed pretty screwed.

I can be a bit passive aggressive to support service people (online obviously, I wouldn't be able to speak to them by phone or in person), but then who isn't? The point of you being in a support service section of any company or website is usually that something has gone wrong. Yes, they like to pretend that people ring them up or email them to say what a wonderful service they are providing, but really, no one ever does that. No, you talk to a support service person for negative reasons, which makes you angry and frustrated before you've even started the conversation. But I thought I was quite polite, pity that it didn't seem to get me anywhere though.

This is how the email played out...

Customer

Is there anyway you could help me access my account by reminding me of my password or the email I used without me remembering either one?

I have many many emails, and many many passwords for different things, and since I haven’t used this account in a while, I have no idea which email I used, which password I used or what my username was. I tried several I thought I might have used, but no luck.

I can give you my name, my address, the last digits of the debit card I used previously when I had membership to this website, answers to any questions I may have selected when I set up the account. Anything, just not the email I used, the password or username. Please help me. It took me a very long time to make my family tree and I’ll be gutted if I’ve lost it.

Now remember, I DO NOT KNOW which email I used...which is what I have actually stated above, and therefore obviously are using a different email to communicate with...

Member Solutions

Ancestry.co.uk

We appreciate your message.

I unfortunately could not find an account under this email address or name. If you have signed up with a different email address or post may I ask you to send it to me so that I can help you further. You can also call us at 800 404 9723 and we would be glad to assist in resolving this situation.

If there is anything else with which we might assist you, please let us know.

To which I replied with...

Customer
My message was either not read correctly or ignored completely. There is no sense in telling me there is no such account under this address, because I don't know what email I used, that's the point...
Could someone actually read my initial message please.

I did not get a reply in the time it took me to go through all the emails I could remember, with no luck and then attempted getting into as many old Internet accounts as I could think of, one of which had my old email address in my account information, which I then got into and found my ancestry registration. The reason I didn't do that before was because I stupidly thought it would be much quicker to just politely ask ancestry for some help accessing my account.

I know for most people this will be the most boring post in the world, as they have to deal with stuff like this continuously on a daily basis, but as a young person who doesn't generally have to deal with support services of any kind, I have learnt a valuable lesson, comedians aren't aways making crap up to sound funny, some of it is real.

WildCam in the trees, rain in the sky...

...today was a good day. I just spent a good 15 - 20 minutes in the hedge, half way up a tree in the rain. So I'm in a good mood (not sarcastically, genuinely). I was fixing WildCam to his new perch facing into the lane where deer often walk through, whilst trying not to be spotted by any neighbours, mostly because i feared having to attempt socialisation but also because I was in a hedge, looking shifty, wearing a hoody...here, that's usually three boxes checked for criminal activity. A town person has come to steal our lawn mower! Humphrey call the police! I'll fetch the pitchfork, and send the children to cower in fear in the attic! Well it's not quite that bad but you get my meaning.

And note how I said pitchfork and not gun. Very few people have a gun here, even in the countryside. Not like the US were toddlers can wonder round with Ak47s (so the legend goes), which is why our gun crime rate is so much lower, pitchfork crime rate however...

Quote of the day:
(Talking about leaving bait for WildCam)

Labyrinth: Later when it gets a bit darker I'll go and throw some raisins....
The man: ...at people

I don't know why that was so bloody funny, but it just was. We also had a visit from the mans brother today (who insistently, is one of only 5 people I do talk to relatively comfortably), who's really in it up to his neck at the moment, but that's a story for another time.

So it begins...

Given the comings of a new year, I’ve decided to take a leap into the unknown and start something new, (how original of me).  And of all things, blogging is the one thing I’m desperate to really have a go at. I read blogs, I like blogs and so I want to write a blog.

I don’t know if I will keep this up, whether it will fail spectacularly or even if I have anything in the slightest bit of interest to share with anyone else out there, but even so, for future reference, if by some magical fluke in I get a reader, hello...

I am a young adult, I have no friends, I have no life, I do not leave the house very often, I do not answer the door, I do not use phones. I live in my bedroom.

No I am not autistic, I am perfectly coherent, I’m perfectly pleasant, I go on holidays, I’m perfectly healthy. But I live my day to day life completely shut away and have done so for some years.

I’m not depressed, I’m not a geek, I love the outdoors, and I can be the most social person in a room full of people.

My personality is confusing and contradictory, and so I hoped that someone would find my unique lifestyle interesting and insightful.

And so my blog begins...