I wish I had that self-control all the time! Sometimes my autistic mind can only answer to what is asked, and with strangers I cannot often even change the subject. My head just goes blank, and I exist as something else than myself. My thoughts are the words that come out of my mouth, and I know what they are only, as I say them. It is wild, and kind of scary.
At the end of the day if you do genuinely come across as a loser… well all that has happened is a stranger thought you were kind of a loser. That doesn’t actually matter much at the end of the day. We’re all kinda awkward sometimes; some of us much more often than others, and sometimes it’s because of autism or similar, but in a random small talk interaction you can at least take comfort in that you’ve not hurt anyone or damaged anything, you just had a somewhat bad short conversation
I wish I had that self-control all the time! Sometimes my autistic mind can only answer to what is asked, and with strangers I cannot often even change the subject. My head just goes blank, and I exist as something else than myself. My thoughts are the words that come out of my mouth, and I know what they are only, as I say them. It is wild, and kind of scary.
At the end of the day if you do genuinely come across as a loser… well all that has happened is a stranger thought you were kind of a loser. That doesn’t actually matter much at the end of the day. We’re all kinda awkward sometimes; some of us much more often than others, and sometimes it’s because of autism or similar, but in a random small talk interaction you can at least take comfort in that you’ve not hurt anyone or damaged anything, you just had a somewhat bad short conversation
New title for my memoir
Or
Title of my sex tape