CH-ch-ch-changes

Mmmmm, not sure I am liking the new Xroads series.
I might have to *gag* CHANGE.

Me no likey change.  I joke with family about me being "a little autistic."  And what I mean by that is that when anything changes, even the slightest bit, it has the potential to completely set me off.
I can do six zillion things at once.  But don't try to get my attention while I'm talking to someone on the phone.  I won't be able to hear a single thing either of you say to me after that until you both shut up and let me breathe for a moment.
If I have to stop my flow to reset a password on an app, I've been known to give up on everything completely and walk away.
I will sit in front of the computer and write for hours (stories, blogs, homework, whatever), completely focused and devoted and inspired, but the second someone else enters the room it's like armageddon in my head and I lose everything.  Unfortunately this has occassionally culminated in my yelling at whoever entered the room, though not for several years.
Sarah lives this one every week: I must leave the house absolutely NO LATER than 4pm on Saturday for Crossroads.  I then want to park in/near "my" area in the parking lot.  I do not obey the traffic people if they try to direct me to a closer spot.  Then I get coffee.  Always filled approx 70% of the way with the specialty flavor, then to approx 85% with regular Crossroads blend.  Then I add a lot of sugar.  Stir stir stir stir stir.  To the 90% line with cream (not milk, CREAM).  Stir.  More sugar.  Stir stir stir.  Then I BOLT to the top of the stairs on the second level because I need to be one of the first few people through the doors when they open because, and this is the most CRUCIAL and autisticy thing about me: I must sit on the first balcony, three rows back in the middle of the row.  Why?  Because, like Sheldon of the Big Bang Theory: this is my spot.  It has a direct view of the stage and of the audience, I can choose to look at either screen without moving my head too much or I can watch the stage.  It's not down on the floor where it feels "Churchy" but it's not so high up that I am disconnected.  I'm close enough to the front not to have to deal with people blocking my view usually, but not so close that I'm easily viewed from the stage, the floor, or the other sides of the balcony.  But MOST IMPORTANT is this: those particular couple of seats have the perfect lighting.  It's light enough I can see to write notes and/or draw the pictures that keep me focused, but I still don't feel like there's a spotlight on me.

Clearly I have issues.  But I am comfortable with them, no matter how inconvenient they may be to Sar (she swears it's fine), Debb, and Mike (who continually has to climb over people to get to us).

I do not like change.
PUH-lease don't make me.

Ugh.  Ok fine.  I'll think about it.