You Might be an Aspie if...

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When the highest praise you can think of when writing up a recommendation or review of another person is that they are competent.

I do that a lot

Story of my life. My younger brother was the reason everyone knew me. He's the super cool freshmen and I'm the odd sophomore...

You might be an Aspie if

...you can remember every video game cheat code but can't seem to find your way out of your room or house

...you can buy all the best media and technology available, but can't find your way to the mall buy clothes that you haven't been wearing since the fifth grade

...you piss someone off just by being yourself

...refuse to change lanes in an intersection because it's against the law

...don't realize you're really sick or injured until someone brings it up

YMBAAI....you go to London by coach to go clothes shopping with some of your female relatives, and they all get really excited in all the clothes shops and are admiring all the clothes, and you find yourself not one bit interested in the clothes - all you're interested in is the way the fit coach-driver winked at you and no-one else!

YMBAAI....you get a choice between going clothes shopping with your female cousins, and going to the pub with your dad and his cute drinking buddies to watch football, and you choose to go with your dad, because you are far more better at flirting with 50 year old men than you are at shopping for fashion.

Too true. I'd take the latter and would try to avoid the former anytime.

You have 200 avatars of the same thing, and you had to transfer them to photobucket and delete them off your computer.

hahaaa "Make a caption for the above member's avatar" is only that much more fun with all of them though... mostly brown suits

You might be an Aspie if you go out on your balcony to put something in the trash and find some fuzz on your jeans which are dry-hanging, so you pick it off. Then you see some dirt on the washer and you wipe that off as well. Then you realize you never emptied the lint filter. Then you see some people gardening below and take a few seconds to watch them. Then you hear what sounds like kids playing and try to find where the noise is coming from.

Finally you forget why the hell you went outside in the first place.

YMBAAI two hours only feels like about ten minutes when you're on Wrong Planet!

YMBAAI if you can't wait to get home from work every afternoon to go on Wrong Planet and see what's been replied to to all your posts you had wrote the night before......

.... if you've ever attempted to mind-meld with any of your pets!

I like this.

First and foremost, if you read this thread and, despite not being a particularly emotional person, want to cry because you relate to nearly every single thing that every other poster has written, and because for years you wondered what was wrong with you, but in the end realised AS is a fantastic blessing; it's mostly the NTs who are the problem.


When you cannot help but correct people's incorrect grammar, punctuation, and pronunciation;
When your colleague signs your rota for the wrong day on purpose, knowing it will drive you insane;
When you only like one song by a band, but you have to acquire ALL their material in your iTunes library;
When you see patterns in EVERYTHING;
When you feel like punching your nan/whoever interrupts you when you're thinking;
When you never hear what someone else says because you're reading.

That's not very nice of them..... seems to me if they are doing this repeatedly after seeing how it affects you, it's a bit abusive, or at least cruel. Unless you are squealing and jumping for joy? Or (sorry didn't notice your age) if you are all still in elementary school. Otherwise, what the heck?

Personally I can not stand it when anyone does this to me. It rips up my nerves & drains my energy.

Indeed.

When you are so pedantic and formal in verbal communication that you even irritate other Aspies?

Once I was riding in the car with a guy I was dating and evidently I was commenting on the way he drove & getting on his nerves. Finally he said, in an irritated tone, "Do you want to drive?" (he was being sarcastic; he really meant, "This is my car, I'm perfectly capable of driving, I haven't crashed anything, you're bugging me so please stop telling me how to drive").

For some reason I thought he was asking me if I wanted to drive, lol. I told him that probably would be more comfortable for me, & pointed out a place where he could pull over so we could switch seats. I forget exactly what happened next (this was 30+ years ago)... but I do know I never drove his car. Actually I didn't even have a driver's license that was valid for the country where we lived.