Do you agree with these statements?

I am alone in the midst of these happy, reasonable voices. All these creatures spend their time explaining, realizing happily that they agree with each other. In Heaven's name, why is it so important to think the same things all together. 

I want to leave, to go somewhere where I should be really in my place, where I would fit in . . . but my place is nowhere; I am unwanted.

I suppose it is out of laziness that the world is the same day after day. Today it seemed to want to change. And then anything, anything could happen.

I am. I am, I exist, I think, therefore I am; I am because I think, why do I think? I don't want to think any more, I am because I think that I don't want to be, I think that I . . . because . . . ugh!

People who live in society have learnt how to see themselves, in mirrors, as they appear to their friends. I have no friends: is that why my flesh is so naked?

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  • I am alone in the midst of these happy, reasonable voices. All these creatures spend their time explaining, realizing happily that they agree with each other. In Heaven's name, why is it so important to think the same things all together.

    Yes. Used to be more so. Nowadays I find there are people I can agree with, and that many  people aren't as happy as we imagine but are well-intentioned, and I also understand that groupthink is necessary for certain social constructs (like law or money or religion) to work. I still find that often when I express things as I see them, hardly anyone agrees or even understands.

    I want to leave, to go somewhere where I should be really in my place, where I would fit in . . . but my place is nowhere; I am unwanted.

    Yes, that would be nice. Usually wanted to escape the positions I've found myself in, whether family or university or work. No one comes along and works out where I would fit in. I just make my own place for the moment, limited as it is.

    I suppose it is out of laziness that the world is the same day after day. Today it seemed to want to change. And then anything, anything could happen.

    Not sure I understand this one. The world has a lot that could change for the better, but seems to go around in circles instead. My personal world doesn't change much, and that's from inertia. I think I'd like the change.

    I am. I am, I exist, I think, therefore I am; I am because I think, why do I think? I don't want to think any more, I am because I think that I don't want to be, I think that I . . . because . . . ugh!

    I've felt like this before. I am not my thoughts, though. People here have expressed a desire to be able to turn off their thoughts. 

    People who live in society have learnt how to see themselves, in mirrors, as they appear to their friends. I have no friends: is that why my flesh is so naked?

    Humans are social animals, including autistic humans, just in a different way. In a way, human minds are given shape by our interactions with other humans. Without being with people, things lose meaning and we also have nothing to either conform to or rebel against. There's probably a bit of a divergence even with friends: we might have secrets from them or not feel able to express ourselves properly. I do have friends, although it would be better for me to communicate with them more.

    Are you (feeling) isolated, Roswell? Anything to do about that? Any professional help available?

  • Isolation becomes me Cassandro. I try to escape it and it darts and jumps in front of me. I'm in the way. I'm in the way anywhere. If I go to the GP I'm in the way of their medical methods. I'm in the way of the patients in the waiting room who have small talk to do. I'm in the way of people's routine and happiness by asserting what I want to be. I love a woman and if she will love me back then I have found all the help I need but if she will not then I am professionally a lost cause. Because I'm in the way of professionalism and university academia. I'm in the way of a mortgage, a car and two children, and of meritocracy. I can't be neatly fitted into the system, I'm in the way of its functioning.

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  • Isolation becomes me Cassandro. I try to escape it and it darts and jumps in front of me. I'm in the way. I'm in the way anywhere. If I go to the GP I'm in the way of their medical methods. I'm in the way of the patients in the waiting room who have small talk to do. I'm in the way of people's routine and happiness by asserting what I want to be. I love a woman and if she will love me back then I have found all the help I need but if she will not then I am professionally a lost cause. Because I'm in the way of professionalism and university academia. I'm in the way of a mortgage, a car and two children, and of meritocracy. I can't be neatly fitted into the system, I'm in the way of its functioning.

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