That’s nice. Cat has allowed me to sleep in for a change.
Get dressed in clothes I remembered to pick out yesterday evening (based on criteria of cleanliness and making me feel confident and pretty enough to go to outdoors festival thing). Feed cat. Check to-do list and remember to put on deodorant.
Make tea and remember to have breakfast. Yay me! Another item off my to-do list.
Spend 5 minutes agonising over what to do with my hair. I should have made an appointment at the hairdresser’s about 2 months ago. At least I took a shower yesterday so don’t have to worry about hair also being greasy.
Check bag for necessary items (purse, keys), put jacket on and go to bicycle shop. I want to exchange the second-hand bicycle I bought there for another one because I don’t like the tires on this one, they make me fall over when I try to turn a corner. I should have done this the week after I bought it. It’s now been 3 weeks.
Discover the bicycle shop is still closed. This upsets my schedule. I need a bike before 11:00am.
Nice man from launderette next door notices my trundling back and forth and tells me bicycle man is on his way.
Bicycle man arrives and I explain why I’d like to exchange the bike I bought from him. He asks me for the receipt. I reply that I’ve lost it but if he needs it I’ll go back home and look for it, no problem, I understand, I’ll go home now then? I think my voice sounds fairly panicky. He says it’s ok, he remembers selling me the bike.
Finally manage to choose one bike from all the ones he has for sale. I should take my time and consider all the options but I feel like I have to make a choice. And this one looks nice and it’s more expensive than the old one which sort of makes up for my guilt about returning it weeks later and without a receipt.
Get home and realise I’m 34 minutes ahead of schedule. Make more tea and read some blogs.
Look at clock and notice I’m now running late. Oh bugger it. Check bag for necessary items (purse, keys, phone, sunglasses, sunscreen, deodorant, scissors, plasters). Tell cat goodbye and cycle to train station on new bicycle.
Spend next 10 minutes trying to wrestle bicycle up and down train station staircases to get to correct platform. Luckily the 11:25am train is late.
The announcer says something something mumble something 11:25 train to Amsterdam will depart mumble mumble. There really are a lot of people on the platform. Why can’t they shut up so I can hear what the announcer says? Panic slightly, then tell myself fuck it, if train departs from a different platform I can simply take the next train. Relax.
Train arrives. I’m not going to be in Amsterdam at 12:00pm. And I don’t have a hand free to text or call my friend to say I’m running late, because the train is super crowded. As in, we’re standing on the balcony. With three bicycles. One lady in a wheelchair. 8 Spanish tourists. And a very loud hen party, 3 of whom are trying to find the toilets.
Arrival at Amsterdam Central Station. I’ve reached the point where every time one of the hens screams, I screw my eyes shut and hunch my shoulders. I know this makes me look like a nutter. I don’t care. I just want to get off. When the doors open I manage to hoist my bicycle out without tripping, falling down the gap between the train and the platform, crashing into someone else, or making a complete idiot and/or nuisance of myself. Victory.
Realise that my headlong flight out of the station has been in vain, because I need to go back in and find an ATM. Fuck. Do I have to?
Finally on my way. Bliss. Sunny weather, bicycle. I’ve lived here long enough to know the fastest ways to get somewhere, but also the quietest and most scenic ways. Guess which one I’m taking. It’s beautiful out here.
Arrive at beer festival location which is a farm out in the middle of nowhere. Not that many people here yet, which is why I wanted to get here early. Lots of choice in food and beers. Start feeling panicky again because there is no leaflet listing where to find what. I don’t like having to make a choice while people are looking at me expectantly. I don’t know what I feel like having. I end up having a low alcoholic beer from the last stall in the line up because it’s set up under a large tree and the dappled light is soothing and they look like nice people and I don’t want to walk back because people might think I’m being rude. Their beer turns out to be very nice.
Friend arrives! I always feel less conspicuous in company and this is a close friend who knows I’m dealing with the autism stuff right now and who is the first of my offline friends to know about this blog.
*waves at offline friend*
Spend next hour or so just talking and trying out food and beers. Having fun! Also take some new pictures for blog header.
Small anxiety spike because ex shows up. I get along OK with ex but he always says very rude things about good friend. I don’t know how to deal with that. Decide to try and focus most of my conversation resources on friend and not worry about being rude to ex, because tough titty.
More people arrive. Another good friend joins group. Getting more crowded. Still having fun though. Although the music is a bit distracting. Maybe I should pace myself. But I’m having fun!
First friend has to leave because he’s having people over for dinner. Awww. It’s now getting so crowded that someone has to stay with seats at all times to prevent them from being taken by others. Sun is also getting very hot. Decide to move to a quieter spot with ex and other friend. Turns out quieter means less crowded, but louder music. Still having fun though!
Can’t remember much from this point on. People. Sunlight. Music. Talking everywhere.
Realise I need to go home. Well, should have gone home about 2 hours ago. Another friend is here and he’s doing this spiel with my ex about therapists saying I have no right to decide what’s best for me because well, autism obviously means I’m not capable of coherent thought and it’s really funny. But I notice my responses are getting flatter. So I should probably head home.
Actually say out loud to my friends that I should probably head home because I’m getting tired. Say goodbyes.
Cycle back to train station. Still gorgeous weather and gorgeous scenic route. Very nice. More traffic on road though. Have to pay attention.
Decide that it’s more practical to leave my bicycle across the water because that’s where I can pick it up when I cycle to work. Take the ferry behind the station to drop off my bike on the other side. Am fast enough locking my bike that I can take the same ferry back. Score!
Take more pictures for blog header. Realise I’ve just missed the train back.
Next train arrives. I get a seat to myself. Not for long. Two minutes later I get joined by four boisterous males in their early twenties. I know this because they proceed to talk about their own ages, the ages of the girls they could be dating, and the age of the boys their sisters are dating (one of the sisters is dating a Russian who is 5 years older than her and whose parents have a speedboat and a dacha on a lake somewhere), for the next 25 minutes. I feel old when they start talking about a girl born in 1996. I’m honestly trying not to pay attention and to concentrate on what I’m reading. But I can still recall most of their conversation a day later. It isn’t even interesting. How fucked up is that.
Thank god I can get off the train. Oh. Just thought of something. Bugger. Because I took my new bike to the station this morning, and that new bike is now in Amsterdam so I can use it for my work commute, I don’t have a bike here at the station to get home. Will have to take bus. Bugger McBuggerypants.
Call friend in UK while walking to bus station because this is usually a good time to reach him. Talk on phone for what probably amounts to an hour. I think. Somewhere in that time I must have gotten on a bus and got home. No idea what time though. I think I might be talking too loudly on the phone. In English. People probably hate me. I always hate people who talk too loudly on their phones when on the bus. And instead of talking about my day so I can start calming down, I talk about all sorts of things that are among my special interests right now and I’m getting more and more hyper by the minute.
No idea. Complete blank.
Realise I’m really really tired. Go to bed. Read for half an hour, then turn off lights.
Still awake. Images from day still going through my head. Reliving conversations. Not in an anxious or worried way but I keep going back to things. Can’t let it go. So tired.
Give up trying to fall asleep and start reading book again.
Turn lights off again. Fall asleep.
Wake up again. Go downstairs to get some water. Fall back asleep after about 10 minutes.
Get woken up by cat biting my foot because his food bowl is empty. I love my cat. Honestly.