It was more a kind of backpacker feel but a hotel. You have the front desk as the front of the restraunt. They manage both patrons and guests. I don’t know how I would have coped with a Fawlty coming at me in that state!

OK I probably should start from the beginning. I had just gotten off the plane flying from Aus to Barcelona. Jet-lagged as he’ll I went to the basement bar and had some amazing mojitos. Liquor laws are a bit different in Australia so usually a cocktail is only 1 standard drink. Barcelona they have no such restriction so each of these is like 4 or 5 standard and I have 6. By the time I get to the room I’m feeling pretty toasty and decide to have a shower. I must have lost my memory of the past 20 hours down the drain because I then went auto pilot thinking I was in my own house and needing a glass of water begun the motions of walking out of my hotel room to go to the kitchen. Some fortunate reason I had a hand towel but it was only like halfway down a hall I realised I wasn’t at my house. So covering myself I begin trying to retrace my steps. This resulted in somehow ending up on the floor below knocking on some poor unfortunate persons door. By that point I decided to head to the counter which is also a restraunt. Luckily it was midnight so it was closed. The person at the counter was chill and helped me back to my room. Ride in the old counterweights lift that at best holds 3 people so it was intimate. Woke up the next day filled with shame and a blossoming hangover to remind me why I don’t drink.

It was just like a dream. I ended up on the wrong floor, which was mirrored exactly like my floor. I think I located my room so I knock on the door (to wake my partner) and this poor woman (who was not said partner) answers the door. That was about then I decided I should probably talk to a staff member. hind sight lucky I wasn’t arrested.

I was jet lagged and walked naked out of my hotel room thinking i was still at home. The walk of shame to the lobby was… an experience.

It didn’t happen naturally either. Thanks trauma and social ostricisation for making me hyper vigilant.

Go easy on yourself :) . It’s a spectrum some people are able to some struggle. Personally I am rather good at it. Might miss some ideological nuance but have learnt to trust the vibe with people who I sense are disingenuous.

Neurotypically, yes. Think this is more an autistic joke. We have a tendency to see things happen before most people do. It gets fun when you know someone isn’t a safe person within 5 min of meeting them, but it takes everyone else a good year or so to realise. Issue is that you sound like an arsehole until the issues are manifested in a non subtle manner. How that ties into pattern recognition is that to survive possible dangers in social interactions, you begin to pick up subtle cues as abusers follow a pattern.

I didn’t want to

Asd diagnosis might help a few things here. Seems like you might have a bit of difficulty being able to express your emotions appropriately. I get it, I just got out of a relationship and it’s daunting to be on your own. And to do it for any extended period of time is not a good place to be. People need to have people they love trust and feel that in return. My advice is always practice honesty and vulnerability. Never put yourself in danger but be honest (not creepy) with your intentions and accepting rejection as a possibility is something that will happen but maybe you can talk to your professional support network about it and work on that rejection fear.

Could really go for some soma right now

Yeah patriarchy is a system and it poisons us all. Never stop being open to being vulnerable. It’s just unfortunate that some view it as weakness.