Are you creepy?

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I should have given more thought to it before posting, pulling up all the instances in my life that might apply. I'm sure y'all are right about the differences between "gross", "weird" and "creepy", and even I, looking back at the differences between me and my classmates in grade school, would call myself a "weird kid". In HS, when I started wanting friends, (my cousins, who liked me, and figured "that's just the way she is" were doing the pairing-off thing, where a third wheel wasn't welcome.) I made some conscious effort to be less weird, but it didn't work. Joe90, there's still hope for you, because I didn't have a clue what was "wrong" with me that I should change, except for a few obvious things. But nobody told me then that I had a "mechanical" walk -- I knew I couldn't dance, but I never watched myself walk, and since nobody ever asked me to dance, that wasn't much handicap. My cousins could probably have told me about the walk, if they had thought to observe closely and notice it. But they didn't. Lots of little things like that, that I didn't know to change or work on.

Yes, in a neighborhood of the sort where people notice, parking in front of a house would probably be called creepy. Whenever there's a murder or anything like that, the cops ask the neighbors whether they have noticed any strangers around "acting suspicious". How many television shows have we seen where some bad guys are really stalking someone, (or cops running a stakeout on some bad guys), just parked where the front of the house can be seen, with someone sitting in the car? I happen to live on a four-lane highway where there is no parallel parking on the highway (but plenty of parking in "public driveways" like the church lots, and other things). I used to see cars and semis "parked" at least temporarily, in front of my house, especially at night. Then I figured out that my house is just 1/4 mile from a slightly complicated 4-way stop corner with another highway, and the numbers change and turn in odd ways. My house is the first one from the corner that has a street light, and these people are using the light to look at maps, because they think they might have done the wrong thing at that corner. After that, I stopped noticing, unless they stayed there quite an unusual amount of time (it's technically illegal to "park" there, but nobody worries if lights/flashers are on, since there is an inside lane to get by.)

Which gives me to wonder why there are so many women here? Both Autism and Asperger's are supposed to run way higher males, anywhere from four to one to ten to one, depending on where you're reading. But it seems to me that women are at least 50/50 here, if not more. Maybe we're more verbal and talkative?

That is a very good question, OP.

What with my ghostly pale complexion, waif-like figure and stiff posturing, I would hazard a guess and say, yes, I am probably creepy to many onlookers, especially given the fact that I am a male and all of the above.

That would also explain why so few are willing to sit beside me on the bus during my daily commuting to university and back, though as to what they are thinking, I can only guess. Maybe it's the black trenchcoat and the samurai sword I happen to have on my person at the time?



jk, I leave those at home

It's funny, but if I look at them out of the corner of my eye as they just stand there, hollow-headed, probably embroiled in some kind of life or death decision as they assay the risk of seating themselves beside someone who seems "afflicted", they will sometimes pace up and down the corridor, looking for avenues of escape!

Finally, if no other seating options are available, resigned to their "fate", they sit beside me - albeit, begrudgingly - and, to their surprise, I'm sure, nothing happens and I turn out to be rather pleasant company. It never ceases to amaze me, the bigotry of these so-called "people". It is ironic that people who understand the social world better than I do somehow display a level of rudeness that defies that very understanding, and yet I sit there and tolerate their rather obvious discomfort (disgust?) around me.

Screw those douches, anyway, I'm me and I can't change my outlook on life (though maybe I should get a tan at the very least, if only to not be so conspicuous?).

I'm pretty sure it's the same dynamic at play that's responsible for the relatively high Female:Male blogger ratio. Since bloggers basically do nothing but write, I'm guessing it's because females are more likely to write and are possibly better writers.

Or maybe because women tend to have more free time? LOL