Another piece of writing

How is it that even if there's a population of over 7 billion, you sometimes feel like you're outside this world. I suppose that's what being autistic, as I am. Believe me I have had this feeling before. You observe everyone that is around you, their habits, their body language, what they say, do, eat, drink, think etc. You know that not one person is the same, but you are left baffled by some of things you see and hear, and in certain times, can even overwhelm you. Trust me, I know this from experience. Even the simplest of words or slight of gestures, can make you feel exasperated, and not in a good way. It's also not just people within this world that we confusing, but also the world itself. Why does it keep changing? Why is it keep being taken for granted? Why is it sometimes so noisy and crowded? Why are their so many beautiful sights and wonders to see, but not enough time to experience the wonders themselves? All these questions in my mind add more to barrel of chaos and confusion within me. As being autistic, everything we process from what we see, hear or feel, takes longer to process than a non-autistic person. It forces us to withdraw within ourselves and wait until the twister inside of us, containing every physical sensation we experience, has calmly settled and we are able to see the whole picture clearly in our brains and we can allow ourselves to experience outwardly moments. 

Felt like I dragged on a bit. Be honest. 

  • You write beautifully, and it finds its own natural length. As someone who struggles with conciseness on a daily basis (and gets worse when it's pointed out to me!), I always marvel at people's ability to intuitively craft, in the moment, a perfectly weighted sentence to communicate (verbally or in writing) what they want to say. But sometimes it can seem just a little too purely functional. It comforts me to see someone else who's both a little (but in your case not *too*) wordy, but who has absolutely earned that because those words capture a rich and sensitive inner world, and an reassuring echo of the kind of stream of consciousness that can consume me as well - albeit that my thoughts have less innate sense of poetry to them. You pose some big questions, none of which I've attempted to answer just now. But I'm not ignoring them! 

  • It read better than it looked.

    I've recently discovered that paragraphs help with the look of these things.