Friday, April 11, 2014

Aspergers

In a room full of people.
A thousand conversations.
The room keeps spinning.
Figure out how to jump in.
“Is this weird?  The way I keep wringing my hands?
Is this off-putting?  I should find a comic book fan.”
The one thing that I know WAY too much about.
Normal people like it too.  It makes me want to shout.
As much I want to be a social butterfly
I rack my brain to figure out how or why
I even want to when my head is more comfy.
Small things are distracting.  Is my shirt lumpy?
Is that girl single?  Is that a new flavor of
Mike’s Hard Lemonade?  Is that a purple dove
On that girl’s purse?  I wonder if she can see me.
How do I say “hi” without being creepy?
With that deer in the headlights stare I always get.
Somewhere between “hi” and “Meet my husband Brett!”
Forced eye contact.  Fingers tapping on my knee caps.
Done with socializing.  Go talk to my friend’s cat.
“I am kinda jealous at the way you bathe, Simba.
I don’t have a rough tongue and I’m not that limber.
Those people seem cool, but I don’t understand them.
Their obsession with the real world just seems quite random
To me now.”

(chorus)
How did my world get in this room?
I peek out cautiously through my eyes
Hope I can come out soon.
I like living inside my head
Where I can be understood
Forget social cues, because conformity’s dead.
Conformity’s dead.

(verse two)
Now that I’m married, social cues can take a back seat
To spending time at home with something awesome to eat
My apartment is still an extension of my over-crowded head
A little neater, little warmer, brighter colors on my bed
Only let people in, who are respectful and who get me
When I do something weird, only stuck-up people sweat me
Conformity’s a girlfriend that I kicked to the curb
When I found myself a wife who can tolerate a nerd
Who watches cartoons like it’s normal for my age
While being clumsy and distracted, spilling milk onto the page
Of a first-edition comic book guest-starring Boba Fett
Then being sad the rest of the day, like I just lost a pet.
No need to pretend that I care about sports
Or “he said” “she said”, nosy teenage girl reports
Coming out of grown people who think that I’m swearing
When I say “Asperger”…their eyes start glaring.
“Ass burger?”…”No, asperger with a P.”

They don’t get it.  I don’t care.  Roll your eyes.  I’ll just be me.
Surround yourself with people...non-judgmental and who get it.
Laugh at the people…so uptight they start to sweat it!
Got Aspergers?
(chorus)
How did my world get in this room?
I peek out cautiously through my eyes
Hope I can come out soon.
I like living inside my head
Where I can be understood
Forget social cues, because conformity’s dead.
Conformity’s dead.

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