I get… enthusiastic when I’m discussing my point of view sometimes. People can misinterpret that as an attack.
I don’t know how to be less enthusiastic about things.
It’s a personality quirk. I’m opinionated. I love debates.
People think that sometimes debates with me are… heated exchanges.
I don’t see them that way.
I see those debates as fun. It’s exciting, thrilling… the bounce of ideas back and forth is hotter than the play of skin on skin… it’s better than sports, it’s better than sex.
No, I’m really not kidding. Not meaning to be raunchy, but it’s true…
It’s my hobby.
I don’t mean to be domineering.
I don’t mean to be argumentative.
I don’t mean to come off as combative.
I don’t think like you think.
My brain doesn’t work like yours works.
I don’t feel the way you feel things through.
I may be an empath, but when I’m hot on the tail of an idea, a fact, a trail on the informational highway that could be bumblebeed together into this amazing hybridized web inside my mind… I’m so caught up in the beauty, the passion… I forget to be human. I forget to be feeling… I forget to connect to you…
I’m pure mind.
I don’t mean to intimidate you.
So if I do… please… just stop me. Right there… just stop me and say so.
Just poke me and say… Hey… you, girl with your head in the nebula… remember me down here on earth?
Whoa Nellie! Put your autism back in its pocket, woman, you’re flashing! Here’s your social cue… moderate yourself a bit, for me please… slow down some… you’re dragging me overboard and I don’t like it.
I’m cool with that, you know. I don’t mind.
Actually, I kinda like it when people are blunt with me.
It lets me keep my friends.
We can be friends, right?
I’m sorry that I’ve scared some of you sometimes.
I love you.
Can I stay?