The Giddy Gremlin Strikes Again
The Giddy Gremlin Strikes Again
Posted on August 3, 2025
I have no idea what’s going on with me today—but I’m giddy as hell, and honestly? I’m not even mad about it.
John walked into work, took one look at me, and said something like, “You’re in a mood today.” And I was like, “Yep. Giddy as hell. No clue why.” And that’s the truth. I can’t pin it on anything. No new toy. No sugar rush. No big news. Just… my brain decided it was a good day to throw a dance party in my nervous system.
And I’m loving it.
It’s like this fizzy, bubbly feeling that makes everything feel kind of sparkly. Like the world is one big inside joke and I’m the only one who gets the punchline. My grin won’t quit. I keep wanting to spin around or stim or say weird things just for the fun of it. And you know what? That’s joy. That’s autistic joy in full bloom, and I’m not about to question it.
I’ve spent so much of my life managing sensory storms and emotional overloads that when a random burst of lightness like this shows up, I’m learning to grab it and ride it like a comet. Who cares why it’s here? It’s here. And it’s mine.
So if you catch me staring off into space with a dumb little smile on my face today? Just know: the Giddy Gremlin is alive and well.
And they are thriving.
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