I had a day off today. This morning, I joined the daily Zoom meeting. Today's topic was how the prices of several things in Japan are getting more expensive bit by bit (probably because of the rice shortage etc.). As you know, I'm not a specialist who can give you any proper comments about this sort of issue. However, even though basically I'm only such an "imperfect" person, I afford my truth to other members (for example, today I told them how I have tried to save my money by trying to cook my meals by myself, and how I try to manage my money with the admins, etc.). As always, it was a wonderful time.
After that, I went to AEON. Even though I had nothing special to do actually, I couldn't stay calm in my room. There, I opened my notebook and tried to write my ideas for the Zoom meeting I would do with my friend (it would be held on the last Thursday of this month). After that, I went back to my room and had a lunchbox.
This afternoon, I went to the main house of my group home. There, the admins and I had a meeting with a guest. We mainly talked about how my recent life has been (the recent fizziness, etc.), and also how the staff has been helping me so carefully. You might laugh at this, but during this meeting suddenly I thought that anything around me (the scenery in front of me) was like a dream or illusion like the movie "The Matrix" because 20 years ago I could never predict "this". Time changes everything...
TBH, on Discord a friend of mine sent me the link to an interesting YouTube video about how an autistic person had to live in Japan. Although the video seemed very simple (not so "decorated"), it has "grabbed" my heart certainly (even NOW, I can't forget it) and I thought that his honest confession with no gimmick must have very sincere power. As you know, I'm also autistic and TBH have a slightly different opinion/perspective on this country or this society. However, of course, it won't mean this video is crap. I believe this must have its precious "shining" power.
After that, I went to the English conversation class. There, we enjoyed talking about "onomatopoeia " and playing a game. Yes, for me, "this" is a dream... no, a miracle.
