It's just something I've written in the past few minutes. I play on posting it at DeviantArt. A bit of feedback is appreciated.
You tell me I'm crazy, strange, abnormal. All because, while I live in "your" world, I see it differently, as "my" world. This short essay includes my reactions to the demands you put on me; the demands put on perhaps unknowingly. I hope you draw a new understanding from reading the paragraphs below.
You tell me to stop pacing, stand still, sit down. But to me that is like being chained to a wall. Torture. I must move. I must keep the rhythm. It's a matter of keeping my sanity or losing it. Calming; enjoyable; needed. I can escape into "my" world when I do these things; I can think; listen.
You question why I stay away from the crowds, the noise. I can't handle that noise, the crowd, the people. I want to be alone and in the quiet. I can take it for awhile. But enough is enough and I have to leave. The commotion makes me tired, all I want to do is sleep.
You tell me to let my hair down, do something different. But that would be breaking my routine. My constant reassurance that things are going as they should. That I'm still here and everything is good. Class starts at the same time; it ends precisely. The bus arrives at 7:23. That's the way it's supposed to be. It has to be.
You say I'm unpassionate, I don't care about others. It's not like you think. I care about others, all right, but maybe not the way you do. I see the news and all the terrible things that happen. They don't affect me because I don't personally know the people involved. But if it were a relative or friend or teacher the news would be like slamming into a brick wall. You may not see it outwardly, but I'd feel it inside.
You tell me I'm emotionless, neutral. "Give me facial expression," you say. "Look at me," you say. Maybe I can't because I don't always know how. Why aren't these subjects taught in school if they are so important? How do people seem to do this naturally? It's all a mystery to me, most of the time.
You think I should change, I should fit into "your" world. I'm saying that "my" world is just fine, thank you. I live in "my" world because it's a part of who I am. I may not fit into "your" world; but that's okay with me- I like my world, for the most part.