What are we?

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What are we?

This strange reality we live in

Forced to go by society's rule

Living in a grey neuro typical world

Is a question I feel too many people on a wrong planet are asked


What are we?

We strange beings with our various ticks and tricks

Are we

Quirky

Weird

Cool

Nice

Kind

Smart

Aloof

Dumb

Emontiolneless

Heartless

Or beings with so much emontion that we can't contain it to a simple smile and some happy words

It can range from hand flapping to a imagination and then to a poem

Who are we?

Aspies f different colors, identies, backgrounds , and personalities

Of various hearts and souls


So much to this who are we?

Say hello and find out

About the wrong planet aspies

I believe we are beings made to experience things. We gather information such as stimulus from our five senses, possibly more, then we experience them. Through our brain, via conditioned response, or habit, we are then to judge these experiences as bad or good; painful or pleasurable. These judgments are stemmed and interconnected from past experiences that we have also judged. I believe we can change our experience of things being good/bad or painful/pleasurable by changing our judgment of them. I believe this can be applied to anything including "painful things" that make you suffer. Johnny Appleseed could thaw ice with his bare feet and not suffer from the cold because he was a master at changing his judgment and beliefs of what's painful and pleasurable. American Indians could often stand waist deep in ice cold water to go fishing using the same process. We also have the ability to do this- changing the judgment of what's good/bad, painful, or pleasurable. May sound tough, but it's really simple, you only have judged this idea of being "tough" or "impossible." That's what I believe we are.

I lkke your description and hoped you enjoyed the poem!

We are everything you say.

Looking at the same world, from eyes that function no differently than anyone else's, having the same feelings anyone else would, maybe at different times, maybe shown in slightly different ways.

The same in every way that matters, so far as I can tell

Yet clearly not the same

Not accepted, not acceptable in or to the world

Seen as blind deaf and dumb, and tolerable only for what we do or offer in the moment

I can understand that feeling.

We are the poets
We are the engineers
We are the soul
We are the quiet
We are the delight

I'm glad my poem helped someone.


To the cries of freedom to the halls of fame

Remember the persknbs name


We are more than a diagnose more than shame

For you know no one is the same