so today was first day a work (i work ag a museum) and this guy who works there too, who was early twenty's, and probably autistic or something i thought was really nice and let's say his name was greg (it wasn't but yanno). so we were being guides and such and it was just us in the exhibit and so when no one was there, we could do the interactive stuff. there was this one cartoon making thing that you spun and it made whatever you drew move and such. so i was messing with it and i wasn't in the best of moods today and so i made a phase thing and i made a sad face and moved it to a happy face then back to a sad face, it was cool. and so greg came over and he was like, "why'd you do that?" and he and i didn't talk much, but he seemed really nice, and i know (from living with an autistic brother) that it's hard for some people to talk to other people like that. and i said "why'd i do what?" and he said "are you sad?" and i'm just kind of uhm and so i said "yeah i guess i am" and he said "i'm sorry, you can talk to me if you want." and so i told him "you know when you think you know someone, but you don't. and everything you once believed in is probably a lie?" and he said, "yeah." and he started fidgeting really bad and pulled up his sleeves and showed me his scars and i just. and he told me his story and by then i was already crying and it was just amazing. like wow. and that's the story of how i bawled in the middle of a museum.
