What have you got against neurotypicals?

I’ve nothing at all against neurotypicals. Some of my best friends are ordinary people. But I cannot deny that they tire me out. That comes with the territory.

You know, it isn’t easy being green. Actually, that might just be the solution. The problem is that I share the same skin colour as everyone else. It leads them to expect me to act and think just like them.

I do not.

I’m like a stranger in a strange land. To all intents and purposes, as far as the consensus is concerned, I could have come from Mars. That’s if they really knew my make-up below the surface.

Now, you—as a neurotypical (sorry if you’re not)—might expect that the difficulty lay in being true to myself, or in feeling lost, lonely, an outsider. Not at all. Put me in solitary confinement for the rest of my life, and I’d be quite happy (only a slight exaggeration). No, for me there’s nothing easier than to resist the mainstream ways of the world. All the advertisements in China wouldn’t lure me to a product or brand. Nothing would tempt me to see the world through neurotypical eyes. Oh, I understand you perfectly well (though I cannot puzzle out why you are content to act in what can only be termed an insane manner) Hey, but let’s not get too heavy.

Okay, the thing that I find hard is maintaining the pretense that I share your warped mentality. Because you see, I do want to belong. I’m a social animal too with social needs. The day-to-day difficulty is not to let on when neurotypical, utterances, emotional outbursts, delusional thinking, consensus-trance platitudes and aphorisms get voiced. It’s so difficult then for me to keep a straight face and to pretend that I can see just where you are coming from.

When I’m sure as hell not.