RemyZee
Mystic Turtles
I cannot understand people--not during the day, not during the night, and not during the afternoon. Don't know if they think I'm metaphorically a slug or a canary or a fooze ball or maybe nothing at all. Never know when I've done something wrong....even worse never know what has been done right.
I look at a face, I don't know what it's saying or what to say back to it. Can't tell friends from enemies. Don't know how my appearance is interpreted. What does the frown means and why is someone doing it? Wading into a group of people makes me shake physically.
"Why are you so nervous" people ask. "I am nervous because it's confusing to me why you think I am nervous. It makes me nervous." I don't know when people get my jokes. Can't tell if they hate me or like my company. Everything is subtext. It needs explanation to exist next to people, from people--but there is no way to explain Everything. So it's all surmising. Summaries. People are like summaries--I only get a framework, an outline. And not because I don't like people or sometimes even love them or believe in humanity despite its self destructiveness--but because somehow I can't get past the outline to what the whole picture is unless it's really, really clear and at times that makes me really sad because I realize that most likely I will never get to feel what it's like to live without that block, and that can be a very lonely thing.
It doesn't help that people will say the opposite of what they actually mean? Life turns to a guessing game. I wish I was better at guessing, but people don't always put words to things--do they think you can tell what they want by the tone of their voice? By how they are dressed? I don't know.
I look at a face, I don't know what it's saying or what to say back to it. Can't tell friends from enemies. Don't know how my appearance is interpreted. What does the frown means and why is someone doing it? Wading into a group of people makes me shake physically.
"Why are you so nervous" people ask. "I am nervous because it's confusing to me why you think I am nervous. It makes me nervous." I don't know when people get my jokes. Can't tell if they hate me or like my company. Everything is subtext. It needs explanation to exist next to people, from people--but there is no way to explain Everything. So it's all surmising. Summaries. People are like summaries--I only get a framework, an outline. And not because I don't like people or sometimes even love them or believe in humanity despite its self destructiveness--but because somehow I can't get past the outline to what the whole picture is unless it's really, really clear and at times that makes me really sad because I realize that most likely I will never get to feel what it's like to live without that block, and that can be a very lonely thing.
It doesn't help that people will say the opposite of what they actually mean? Life turns to a guessing game. I wish I was better at guessing, but people don't always put words to things--do they think you can tell what they want by the tone of their voice? By how they are dressed? I don't know.