Mockery Not Glockery: Why I Must Become A Lone-Wolf Terrorist, Part 3

Note: For part 1, see Mockery Not Glockery: Why I Must Become A Lone-Wolf Terrorist, Part 1. For part 2, see Mockery Not Glockery: Why I Must Become A Lone-Wolf Terrorist, Part 2.

It May Seem Strange…

…That I have recently begun to see my ability to frustrate the bejeezus out of at least some people as a genuine ability — a gift, so to speak — and not merely some “ability”, where the quotation marks signal that I’m actually ashamed of it, view it as a character flaw, never did it on purpose, never wanted it, never asked for it, never gained anything by it, and have in fact lost heavily because of it — relationships, jobs, financial security, reputation, health, well-being etc. Although I really have paid a steep price for this ability over the course of my life, it’s only recently that I have been able to see this all not as some wasted expense, but in fact an investment — a kind of training or education; an apprenticeship; the diligent, focused, determined acquisition of a well-defined body of expertise.

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Butt is it art? Don’t ass-k me (butt-ump-rump)! Frustration art needn’t be funny, but often is. Image Credit: 2016 Turner Prize winner Anthea Hamilton‘s Project for a Door

In short, I see now that all these years, and without realizing that I was doing so, I have nevertheless been gradually mastering a craft — in particular, the craft of  consciously and artfully eliciting varying degrees of frustration in observers for the express purpose of helping those observers to attain their most lofty aspirations; to become the very best possible version of themselves; and to actualize their potential for wisdom. It has only been a few weeks or so now that I’ve been able to recognize this as an especially good way to interpret one of the grand themes of my life. And now, finally, after all these years of arduous diligence and struggle, I believe I am finally ready to do this work professionally, in fact, that I must do so.

Frustration Artist or Diversity Acceptance Consultant?

frustrated_man_210x315In case you missed it, recently I announced my decision to begin my career as a Diversity Acceptance Consultant (DAC). Although at present my main goal as a DAC is actually to clarify what it means in the details to do this kind of work, at the very least I see it as a profession with the overall purpose of helping people become more accepting of Human Diversity in general, but in particular more accepting of whatever unique and special kind of diversity happens to be embodied by any given consultant (me, for example). By diversity here I’m referring to those diverse and potentially unacceptable traits of the consultant doing the work — perhaps she is a woman, or has brown skin, or is homosexual, or is some mix of these; or perhaps she has a chronic medical condition, such as Parkinson’s Disease, Cancer, missing limbs, Obesity, Acne, or even chronic halitosis. In my own case, because I am autistic, my main specialty is autism, but I also hope to do side work in psoriasis, general obnoxiousness, and sitting down while I pee (you’d be surprised how many men and women see refusing to pee on the floor as somehow degrading for a man). The general idea here is that in the same way we might up-cycle say, an empty yogurt tub into a crayon container, it is also possible to re-purpose into a form of useful expertise all of the direct experience gained by the consultant by actually living and coping with these kinds of physical, neurological, or cultural traits, attributes, qualities, customs, habits, quirks, anomalies, etc.

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Just as we might repurpose old license plates into lamps, we can also repurpose our most objectionable physical, psychological, and cultural traits, qualities, etc. into credentials for doing Diversity Acceptance Consulting. Image Credit: Pinterest

Although it remains to be seen what kind of money can be earned in this profession, money is probably not even the greatest reward to be gained by doing this work. For one thing it’s a fantastic way to network and connect with people while doing something beneficial for everyone you care about; but perhaps most intriguingly, Diversity Acceptance Consulting is nothing less than an easy and fast way to fix anything you judge to be wrong with yourself simply by re-purposing it into a credential or licence to do Diversity Acceptance Consulting.

And yet here I am this week announcing my decision to become a professional Frustration Artist. What’s up with that? Will I be changing my mind every week? Do I want two careers?

In a word, no. Actually, and in my own case at least, I view both Diversity Acceptance Consulting and the creation of Frustration Art as exactly the same work employing the exact same skill set — i.e., my own freakish ability to frustrate at least some human beings to the point of total baldness. Although I do not view these terms as truly equivalent — not all Diversity Acceptance Consultants will also be Frustration Artists — in my own case, at least, my Frustration Art is a primary resource I will bring to my work as a Diversity Acceptance Consultant.

So, when I say that I’ve decided to become a “lone wolf terrorist” (figuratively speaking), what I actually mean literally speaking is that I’ve decided to become a Frustration Artist.

“Well, Next Time Lead With That, Asshole!”

furious-girlI’m curious to know how you feel about this blog post so far. If it pleases you, then you may be one of the many who are mysteriously immune to my gifts. But if you aren’t enjoying it — if it  frustrates you in some way — then I hope you will see your current frustration as a kind of training exercise for you; an opportunity to practice becoming more aware, understanding, and accepting of not just me and my own idiosyncratic version of autism; and not just of autistic people in general and the myriad ways they too may frustrate you from time to time; but really of everyone (including yourself) who frustrates you, and really for any reason at all.

To be continued…

Continue with Mockery Not Glockery: Why I Must Become A Lone-Wolf Terrorist, Part 4.

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I kid you not. Image Credit: Andy Warhol, Brillo Boxes, Museu Coleção Berardo of Modern and Contemporary Art, Lisbon

 

5 Comments

  1. Wow, this sounds pretty exciting! 😊👍🏼. I’m curious to see how/where this goes, and I wish you the best of luck! Yes, please keep us posted–and yes, I love this blog just as it is. It’s you. It’s different. It’s interesting. There’s no other blog exactly like it 😁💗

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