The Fight...

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(Creepy old guy talking):

To be presented, a story two lovers caught in emotional turmoil. The cause? A fight over some erstwhile piece of conversational disiderata. The actors and stage? The actors are two gay men, married for years. 'N' is a stay-at-home, high-functioning autistic, semi-savant (in some areas) with no sense of social graces; 'W', a wiz-bang NT of high intelligence with a good paying gig. The stage? (cue dramatic music)

-- The Autism Zone --

(tranquil music)

N: Hey W, that Queen song reminds me more of Rush, so maybe it was the guitarist of Queen who had more to do with it, because it is more instrumental.

W: That is all wrong. Rush and Queen are totally different. Different time period of origin. Different style. Hell. Queen has a great singer, Freddy Mercury! Fricking Rush vocals are s**t. I mean.... (droning on and on about Q != R)...

N: OK, OK, but...

W: No, I want you to clearly know why what you are saying does not make sense...

N (inturrupts): OK, fine, they are not the same, but that (lost track of frame of mind...), W, I don't know what you are talking about exactly, (slightly aggitated) but I am pretty sure you took whatever I said, made a different impression in your mind and began talking about that -- instead.

(Commercial Break, go drink coffee for a bit or something... this may take a second)

Viagra... Steaks that kill you... Drugs that stop you from dieing quicker because of steaks... Viagra... &tc... &tc...

(Creepy old guy talking):

A conversational interlude, the backstory to this conversation, of which, it is now the purpose to detail. The lovers have had many fights in the past. They are screamers, not otherwise violent, although both can be quite derisive, if not so at first. The meta of this tale, is that they have noted the difficulties of NT-Aspie-hood in the past. They have their own theories; they have their own imprecations.

Having just fought in an interminable manner, thus leaving W late for work, we arrive back at our last scene...

N (screaming): ALLs I KNOw, Is THAt I HAVe To LISTEn To YOu, ANd AGREe WITh YOu, ANd (less screamy) And agree with you (then HYPER-Queen Level-SCREAMY) BUT YOU NEVER HAVE TO AGREE OR EVEN REMOTELY EMPATHIZE WITH ME!

W (normalish): OK, Isn't that what sounds like `the shell'? It is because of your Aspergers that you think of every conversation is an attack. I am "taking the shell out of your hands".

N (normal): But you say that, and it still is not right. You don't even, supposedly, in this NT universe, have to segue between topics. Give so much as a, by your leave interjection of connecting thoughts?

W: No. That is not what NT's do. We just say what is on our minds... and tug-of-war, bring the topics to new areas. There is no notion of now it is your turn. Implied consent remember?

N: I NEED empathy, I know you call it sympathy, I don't care what you call it, I need it. I need you to show me you care by addressing what I am actually saying, not what my words cause to vomit up into your mind's eye, that I now, suddenly, have to answer to.

W: I know, and I have been trying to say for the last half-hour, I messed up, I didn't `echo' you, so you would calm the hell down.

N: I am having an epiphany, NT's don't console each other, not like how an Aspie like me needs a one-to-one meeting of the minds. No, you NT's all just shout out to yourself to get validation, hugging yourselves, even if the person your talking to doesn't give a s**t or agrees. Doesn't matter, `implied consent'. Layers. Other such vageries and vague notion-based words >>>

W: Yes.

N (shaken): ...

W: I have to go, I am late.

( W exits, stage left; N stays center stage looking despondent. )

-- fin.