tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992023935961455603.post6315322268264297634..comments2015-10-02T06:15:39.482-05:00Comments on Life on the Other Side of the Wall: The Peanuts FactorAaron Likenshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01986793563943738918noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992023935961455603.post-7425184444049454012011-07-22T20:36:10.336-05:002011-07-22T20:36:10.336-05:00I usually find myself looking somewhere at the bot...I usually find myself looking somewhere at the bottom of the screen, as if wanting to read subtitles, even if there aren&#39;t any. I don&#39;t know if that&#39;s caused by me always trying to get better at English by comparing subtitles and what was said (I loved learning English!) or just because that&#39;s where I look because of my autism.<br />I do have to say that when I talk with someone, I usually end up looking at their foreheard or their chest. (Sometimes other girls ask me why I look at their breasts. Trust me, I don&#39;t. Well, not intentionally.) So it might just be the place where I look.<br />Because I look around people like that I do recognise people by hair or clothingstyle usually, also on television. This does get less as I know a person longer (talking about years here).<br />One day I had a friend for about half a year or something and I went to pick her up at school. I didn&#39;t know her last name yet back then (I do now), so after asking where her class was, the person behind the computer asked me to identify her by picture, since there were more students with her first name. I looked and really wondered over one picture if it was her or not. What was wrong? She was blonde there. I knew her as having dark-brown hair with red streaks (she turned out to frequently dye her hair). My doubting also made the lady doubt if I knew her at all. She told me the classroom after I convinced her I&#39;d take my friend to her to verify she&#39;s actually my friend and she could alarm people if I wouldn&#39;t do that within half an hour.<br />Some other time I manned the information desk at a convention. Someone suddenly stood in front of me and said &#39;recognise me?&#39;. He had a costume on that only allowed for his eyes to be visable. I stared long and hard, but couldn&#39;t recognise him. He pulled down the part that covered the lower part of his face with a smile and I immediatly recognised him. It was my ex I&#39;ve been together with for 4 months! All my friends told me they recognised him the minute they saw him walking around the convention and couldn&#39;t believe I didn&#39;t recognise him. Surely having been his girlfriend I would recognise his eyes? No. Sorry, no. I apoligised to him and told him it didn&#39;t mean anything regarding the relationship we had or something. Luckily he understood.<br /><br />I didn&#39;t take notice to it before, but I think I do the same thing with cartoon characters too. Might try to take notice next time I watch a cartoon.Isshanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992023935961455603.post-42099145097109999792011-07-22T18:36:41.713-05:002011-07-22T18:36:41.713-05:00Aaron, my son, Bronson...who is on the spectrum on...Aaron, my son, Bronson...who is on the spectrum on autism, is IN LOVE with everything Charlie Brown! My husband and I found it so interesting that you loved him as well!alwaysdreaminghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05150321646409301048noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7992023935961455603.post-61825841832770093552011-07-22T12:27:35.834-05:002011-07-22T12:27:35.834-05:00Interesting post, Aaron. I grew up needing glasses...Interesting post, Aaron. I grew up needing glasses and developed a way of knowing who people where by their gait and hair color, the manner in which they stood, but not by what they looked like. When I got my glasses as an adult I was astonished that people had faces, all of them different. I still don&#39;t really see faces, but the way people move and stand, since I never learned how to see them.<br /><br />AnnetteAnnettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11438767390099203856noreply@blogger.com