So far, I have written Part 1 and Part 2 of my notes for a never-to-be-written memoir. Before I hopefully start Part 3, I would like to sketch out a few chapters that either could be slotted into Parts 1 and 2, or that cover recurring themes that might not fit nearly into any linear chronology. In past instalments, I wrote brief summaries of what each chapter might cover. From this point forward, I would rather leave the chapter titles/descriptions even more vague, in the hopes that sample chapters will actually appear in this blog within the lifetime of the Earth’s Sun. And so, with only a little bit of further adieu…
Part 1
- Going back to playschool after kindergarten, skipping a grade, and “special” classes, or: How to Disorient the Living Shit Out of a Child
- Mr. Moskalyk, the Visionary Teacher Who Quite Possibly Left No Permanent Imprint on my Life, Because Life Is Pointless and Dumb
- My violent mother-abusing alcoholic uncle who is totally dead now
- My many schoolboy crushes (or: A study in proto-adolescent sexual repression)
- All about autism, and what it can do for YOU
- Dogs are, and always will be, better than people
- Almost every dream I’ve ever been able to remember in my entire life has been unpleasant, or: Dreams
- My A&B Sound Family (In retrospect, I already wrote at least one chapter of my memoir without even realizing it)
- Temporary autistic obsessions:
- Catalan music
- Trains
- Hip-hop
- Terrible early ’90s techno-pop
- Classical music
- Cinema (As discussed in the newly-added chapter “My Hot Psychologist”)
- Learning languages
- [Redacted]
- My Failed Career as an Early-Teen Filmmaker
- Johann Sebastian Bach is the G.O.A.T.
- Staying Up Til 3 AM playing Nintendo 64, Eating Potato Chips and Drinking Pop: A Study in Friendship
- Beautiful Lady from the Dollar Store, Beautiful Lady from the Coffee Shop, and Other Beautiful Ladies Who I Spent A Lot of Time With But Was Afraid to Kiss
- Watching Grandparents Die
Part 2
- Almost getting shitcanned during pre-departure training for Manila because I was a hot, sticky mess of anxiety; bonding with the cutest gay guy ever during a starry post-training night on Parliament Hill
- The existential rot of the autistic introvert trying to enjoy nightlife
- Failed Pygmalion: How an eccentric rich Filipina made me her temporary, honourary son-in-law
- Five Months in a Dilapidated Mansion
- Living With Two Hot Sisters, Or: The Worst Mistake I Ever Made
- Computer Programming: The Least Objectionable Profession
- How I easily succumbed to shitty alpha male mind games, and hope I won’t again: pre-departure training for Vietnam
- Loneliness – So, So Much Loneliness
- That Time My Landlord Tried to Entice Me Into A Gay Orgy
- Filipino Dentists and the Joy of Unnecessary Fillings
- My five year pseudo-romance and its nightmarish end (related chapter: Breaking Up in Myanmar)
- Khao San Road, A Beautiful Blond Danish Girl, and the Dying Gasps of My Youth
- Am I Gay? And Other Conversation-Starters