When I read about Asperger syndrome for the first time a few years ago, I felt like I had just been struck by lightning. I have this syndrome. Everyone has always known that I am crazy, and they have been telling me so for all of my life. The psychiatrists at my grammar school did not know what was wrong with me because this syndrome only became popular knowledge after I was already graduated from high school and barely functioning as a member of society.
I have never shared the same thoughts feelings as the people around me and have always been confused by how they feel and act. I can relate to the concept that I am living on the wrong planet, or in the wrong place and time. I am often told that I am not a typical “American”, but since I was born in America, where is it that people like me come from?
I am not just a drunken asshole. It is the Asserpger syndrome. I am often accused of being unfriendly, but the truth is that I am very shy. I do not engage in conversations with people because I am afraid that we will quickly reach the point where I do not understand what the other person is talking about. People often misunderstand what I am trying to tell them. I am happier when I am alone and I spend most of my time that way.
The dreams and ambitions that other people have, I do not have. I have never wanted to buy a house. I only became a parent because it was the dream of my wife. I never desired to be the father of anyone. The only goal I have ever had in life is to be happy. I want to be happy as often as possible.