It's taken me years...
to get to the point where fitting in looks natural, even though it doesn't feel that way. Years of listening to people say things and watching them do things without understanding what I should be doing in response, or even if I should be doing anything.

At its most extreme it has physically felt like I've stepped back a foot from my eyeballs and I'm staring at a couple of fuzzy TV sets from within a darkened room. For some reason, peoples' heads look comically small when that happens.

After years of observation and analysis, I think I've finally got a handle on how I should behave in company. The weird looks that used to come my way have largely stopped, at least.

You know what helps the most? Imagining, while I'm talking to someone, hitting them in the head with an aluminium baseball bat then, after they fall to the ground, repeatedly stomping on their head until their cranium resembles strawberry jam with white bits in.

Want to come 'round to my place for tea later? I've got a train set.
( argyleblanket The man on the roof works for me, Thu 15 Jan 2009, 22:45, 1 reply)

Mmm... Jam.
And trains!
( The Light in Chains don't touch the Pope's boner, Fri 16 Jan 2009, 8:03, closed)