Recently, maybe because of this drastic gap in temperature, I've got a sore throat (from a cold). This morning, I joined the daily English Zoom meeting as usual. After that, I went to the largest hospital in this city to see my doctor about my autism (a monthly regular meeting). I talked about my recent fizziness, then he said it could have come from the weather's change and afforded me a new sort of Chinese medicine. After that, I went back to my room.
During the time I was waiting for my medicines to come at a pharmacy, I enjoyed reading a favorite Japanese philosopher, Shunsuke Tsurumi's interview "Expectation and Remembrance [鶴見俊輔『期待と回想』]", in which I read he referred to the real figure of our communication. So, after that reading time, I thought about the fact that I couldn't have given up the possibility of communicating with others, even though I had been bullied in school and therefore faced a serious gap between them and me (probably because of my autism and their "ignorance").
Last midnight, I posted a sort of rant in a LINE group I belong to with my self-help group friends. It was about the traumatic event I had to experience in my workplace (I want to keep it secret, sorry). TBH, I regretted it because it seemed to be a clearly violent comment even though it was in a closed circle. However, they showed how sympathetic they were with me about my workplace's real state. Of course, I feel really thankful for that.
This afternoon, after having a lunchbox, I took another Chinese medicine to cure the cold (last year, I had bought it). After that, I took a nap. Then, with a fizzy head, I read J.D. Salinger's "Nine Stories" for a while. TBH, Salinger has never been a favorite author of mine (even though I admit that "The Catcher In The Rye" must be a masterpiece). However, this "Nine Stories" has always been an evergreen short story collection to me.
In particular, I like this collection's last tale, "Teddy", which contains a genius boy Teddy's really provoking philosophical insight and also logical verbalizing. In my opinion, Salinger's world has several autistic, too-keen people who have to live their outsider lives. After reading this, I thought this: Maybe I am also a sort of son of Holden Caulfield (or Teddy).
