From today, I have gotten three days off in a row. This morning, I went to a hospital in this town to see my doctor with the sub-admin. There, we talked about my recent condition, especially about the "having my wisdom tooth pulled" incident. After that, the sub-admin praised me because I could tell the doctor properly from her viewpoint. I've been glad to hear that.
At the bookstore in AEON, I found a book that had been attracting me a lot, which is Rei Nagai's "Proper Way To Save This World's Detail [永井玲衣『世界の適切な保存』]". Her works contain plenty of philosophical ideas in our days. For example, she carefully listens to this world's real whispering/murmuring that tells the things I tend to ignore. Sometimes people say that my opinions sound philosophically (probably, profoundly). However, I have never studied philosophy at all.
After my 40, when I met my job coach and started attending monthly self-helping meetings about autism, some friends praised my opinions a lot as "Profound! Very philosophical". Those comments started bringing me to various philosophical ideas that I had been interested in. However, you may laugh at this though, but for me "the" philosophers who have been inspiring me a lot are not only "professional" philosophers but also Haruki Murakami, Momus (the musician I respect a lot), and so on.
On Twitter, I found an interesting post that says "Women aren't so-called minority". Yes, you can "laugh" or "blame" this. I wish I could do so too... However, as an autistic person who had been hated and even bullied by female classmates at school, I can "almost" agree with this opinion instinctively/automatically without any critical thinking. I posted my opinion about this post on LINE, and enjoyed discussing it with other members. Of course, by looking back we can find how the women have been struggling during their whole lives to get their right (or rights) to live as they want. However, then I beg that as a weak, creepy male/dude I want to tell my opinions.
After that, by the time when I turned the lights in my room off, I spent the time reading Keizo Hino's essays (very critical and crisp!) with listening to Two Lone Swordsmen's ambient, ethereal music.
