“I gotta send that shit pic to you,” Ming said.
“Oh, good. Thank you. Yeah, I need that shit. That shit is going to be useful to me.”
We were walking around a pond, and I asked him to photograph a pile of horse shit for me. I thought I could use it to make a fantastic meme. Since then I’ve made multiple memes from it, in my head.
Please feel free to steal this horse shit pic and make a meme from it. It can go fecal-y transmitted viral.
Laughing, I just read that to Ming. “Is that gross?” I asked.
“Yeah, that’s gross.”
“Is it too gross? Is it worth it?”
“That’s great. It’s worth it,” he comforted me.
“Hey, can I ask you a question?” I asked Ming.
“Yeah,” he said.
“If I wear my pants inside out, is that embarrassing, for you?” I prefer my clothes inside out in general, because they are less stressful that way. I have sensory issues possibly related to autism, so seams and tags hurt me.
“If you wear your pants upside down, that’s–”
“No, I said inside out,” I corrected him. I tried to remember if I had said upside down on accident.
“Yeah, but… If you wear your pants upside down, that would be weird.”
“Wait–how could I wear my pants upside down?”
“That would be a trip hazard,” he said.
“Wait, I don’t get it,” I said. “Are you making a joke? I can’t visualize this.”
“So basically, no. I don’t feel embarrassed if you wear your pants inside out.”
“Ok, good,” I said.
When he asks me to imagine things I can’t imagine, that’s fun sometimes or just confusing. Sometimes I don’t feel strong enough to be confused.
Oh, I think I get it now. The ankle part would be around my upper thighs. That wouldn’t really fit. And yeah, it would be a trip hazard. The waist part would be by my feet.
Yep–dangerous, sweetie. Thanks for the tip.