The Autism Diaries?! (Part 30)

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One orange, one green, pick them in that order, unwrap them in that order, consume them in that order. Try my best not to bite and chew, but it always ends in a cracking and then much crunching. And this has been the same on every plane ride I can ever remember. I was reading Claire Keegan on a recent flight and it was the first time I thought — or can remember thinking — that I’m essentially picking “Irish colours” as I choose the lollies. On a more recent flight I was listening to Bob Geldof, and decided that I’m obviously going to pair up more Irish experiences to go with the lollies now, and wondered how often I had done that already, since U2’s album, The Unforgettable Fire, is absolutely a plane-ride favourite. I could listen to Astral Weeks now I think about it, and would certainly have done that at some point. And you know I’m gonna be angling for some Clannad or Enya soon. I’ve listened to Enya’s Dark Sky Island on a flight, on a loop. It was the most blissful thing ever, drifting in and out of sleep, my ears caressed. Anyway, I mentioned this orange/green lolly thing to a friend recently. Just another little observation about the self. We share such things. She said “Oh my god, what do you do at Christmas, when they hand out the peppermint ones, that must really throw you?” The answer was obvious. And I bet she knew it already. I certainly did. I one-worded the shit out of that one. “Drive”. I mean, dur!