I'm just gonna translate this story by Tanja Mravak and put it here. I highly suggest you read it. My name is Davor. I need to know that. Mom taught me to say that when others say What is your name. I like saying that. My name is Davor. I like my fingers. The fingers bend and crack. Dad doesn't like it when the fingers crack. He takes my fingers and presses them hard. Then I say My name is Davor. Dad says Enough My name is Davor. Mom always says Yes sweetheart, Davor, Davor. Mom always says the same. And I like that. My name is Davor. Yes sweetheart, Davor, Davor. I like sleeping alone. I have two beds. First I sleep in the big one. Before I slept here with mom and dad. Then mom in the other pajamas came. I got scared of mom in the other pajamas so I screamed and pinched her and pushed her away with my legs. Mom needs to be in the same pajamas. Dad went with her too. When I wake up in the dark I turn the light on and off twenty-four times. Then I move to the other bed. Sometimes my pajamas smell differently so I spread water from my mouth on them. My name is Davor. I have a little red car. When I don't sleep and when I don't feel like bending my fingers I push the little red car a bit on the floor from the armchair to the box. There is Robi in the house too. Robi is the little man. Sometimes he moves from the armchair to the box so I can't ride the little red car. Then I move Robi. When I move Robi dad takes the little red car, and mom takes Robi. When the little red car is gone I bend my fingers. Sometimes my dad joins my hands with the band from the pants. Then water comes from mom's eyes. My name is Davor. They showed me how to write Davor. I had to make a circle around Davor. I always make a circle around Davor. Mom gives me papers with many letters and I make circles around Davor. Dad says Stop scribbling on the newspapers. My name is Davor. I know that. Sometimes they take me to the big house. They leave me there. Aunt Maja is here. She shows me little pictures. When she shows me the picture with the soap she takes me to wash my hands. Then she stores the picture with the soap. Later she shows me the picture with the cubes and I take the big blue cube and the small yellow cube. Then she stores the picture with the cubes. In the end it's always the picture with the little red car. All the pictures need to be stored before the picture with the little red car. My name is Davor. Maja says Yes. It isn't Yes, it's Yes, sweetheart, Davor, Davor. Maja lives in the house that says Center. Under center it says For. Under for it says Autism. I don't know what that means, but I know how to make a circle around center and around for and around autism. Sometimes I make a circle around center and around for and around autism on the newspapers and on Maja's papers. My name is Davor. Tanja Mravak is a Croatian writer who has won many awards for her short stories. She works at the Center for Autism in Split.
When I was younger, I was always taught to just ignore people when they say demeaning comments to you, and they'll stop bothering you. Hell, I think I'm still told this even today. But that concept is a lie, just fabricated so you don't punch someone in the face for being an asshole. Because in reality, assholes will always critcize you and make fun of you no matter if you feel hurt or angered or just don't care. Because what matters for them is if they get a reaction and some laughs from their douchebag friends. In the end, douchebags will always continue to be douchebags if there's another douchebag there to laugh at their shitty jokes. /endrant
Man, I was fully expecting a horror short so I was a little disappointed at the ending after I'd had all that dread building up. Very engrossing
Oh well. My German is nowhere near good enough for me to translate it to that, so... never mind. Do you want the link to the Croatian version? They aren't necessarily douchebags. They don't know better. And most importantly, they are insecure.
So i put my two weeks notice of resignation in at my job. I'm too tired of the bullshit from the whole company. So if anyone wants to squeeze in any last "make me a sandwich" jokes, you have some time.
No, trust me, they're douchebags. They constantly criticize others and make fun of people cause that's what their stupid circle of friends consider "cool" and "funny." Just live one day in my life, you'd see. On another note, I'm loving this heat wave that's gonna be lasting for at least the next couple of weeks. It happened to come right at the start of the season.
That moment when you realize that Monday is Labor Day, and your only Friday class isn't meeting.... FOUR DAY WEEKEND!!!