The state of the art fog hides me.
When traveling I go hand in hand with the saints.
The tunnel is at the end of the light.
There is no difference between my moods
And my imperfect soul.
Yesterday is gone,
And his ashes were scattered by train.
Boiling water must be discussed in the pool.
I am (despite my longing for a solitary house with a gun rack by the door and a no trespassing sign) friendly. I am also an Aspie. I sometimes have fewer boundaries than other people.
Recently I was passing through the gate to get home and I had some big bags of candy I had just bought on the front. I bought them because I was manic. I don’t normally spend 16 dollars on candy. The gate guard noticed, and I almost said, “I’m manic!”
Quickly, in the back of my mind, I thought, “Don’t tell him something so personal.”
So I yelled, “It’s my time of the month!”
I am always like that. I get up to a register and the tired, fed up woman behind it says, “How are you today?”
Then I proceed to tell her. “I have a headache, but I am really hoping to relax on the porch swing today. My bad ankle hurts and my meds aren’t working. But I am watching a marathon of Toddlers and Tiaras!”
No one is prepared for that.
I don’t have the filter in my mouth that I would be more likely to have if I was neurotypical. Sometimes it is fun. People probably think I’m nuts, but they warm up to me and I can be really good at fostering relationships that are open and honest. Other times it throws people for a loop and they run away. I try to turn off the Asperger’s part of myself, but it’s hard.