See Me. Hear Me. Please... Just Tell Me.

This Autistic's Neverending Rock Opera

"Swimming with the Weird", digital illustration by Johnny Profane Au.

I’m not convinced it's POSSIBLE for this 71 year-old autistic. I just can’t communicate with most humans.

Here’s why.

“I see where you’re headed… You see a way to one up Steve. Great idea! Here’s what I'd do…”

“Whoa. Hang on.” I’m  literally taken back. I jump back a step. Probably whistled or hummed like I do without thinking.

“I’m not out to do any such thing. I just asked what you thought about Steve’s budget. So what did you think.”

He winks. 

“Whatever you say, hoss. I’ll back your play.”

Next day? It’s all over the agency. I’m out there gunning for Steve's job.

Another competitive Cold War launched. Another job that in the end I gotta leave to survive.

Cuz I asked a question.

Most humans' Theory of Mind?

It's their way of predicting how other people think. 

Which seems to boil down to… “What's the other guy trying to get from me? What can I get outta them?”