Guest guest Posted March 8, 2007 Report Share Posted March 8, 2007 Hi all, I've found that I seem to have cycles of where I somehow acquires some 'friends' for a while, until I somehow loose them due to something I didn't figure out correctly as being the " correct " response to NTs. So I wrote the following, and would like to get your opinions of it: And then you left You encounter me, in the dark corner, away from the rest of the crowd. Either due to sincere effort, or due to wanting to know if what you've heard is true you attempt to befriend. I'm hesitant at first, like a dog that has been shown abuse more than love. Wanting to be befriended, but afraid of the outcome as well. However you persist, I begin to open to you. And slowly open to others as well. In private I tell you why you found me in the corner, how I and the word friends is rarely if ever used together. You assure me that this isn't the case with you, somehow you will be different from the rest. And I want to believe, how I so want to believe that this will be different. Time escalates, moving faster and faster. We are Cinderella at the Ball. Soon my time away from you becomes painful, where ever you are that is where I want to be. The clock ticks louder, the minute hand flies forward, but I don't care. The Ball, is all that matters. Every time you see me, or know I'm near you say hello. You drop what your doing, and come be with me. Time moves faster. I begin to forget, what I was afraid of, forget what it was like before. We dance faster and faster, the minute hand flies across its face. With you, I begin to feel human. We dance faster, as the clock flies even faster. In the distance there's a loud noise. I'm to busy to hear it, the Ball is all that's important. The noise happens again, and everyone begins to stare. I glance at the clock, its midnight. The spell is over. And you either with a hysterical scream or a roar of laughter..... LEAVE The Ball ends, and once again I try to find out what happened, once again I'm given answers that don't make since. The pain replaces the Ball, I limp back to the corner, because.... You Left. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 9, 2007 Report Share Posted March 9, 2007 " Hi all, " I've found that I seem to have cycles of where I somehow acquires some 'friends' for a while, until I somehow loose them due to something I didn't figure out correctly as being the " correct " response to NTs. " So I wrote the following, and would like to get your opinions of it: " I think what you wrote perfectly encapsulates what I have felt in my life from time to time, especially as it pertains to loving relationships gone bad, but also as it pertains to friendships. I have often thought of writing something similar. I am happy that you feel able to post something like that here. I know there are other forums where trolls would call such a thing " sappy. " I do not consider it sappy at all, but real. Most of us here have felt what you felt, and sometimes we feel afraid to give voice to those feelings because we feel ashamed of ourselves. We wonder what is it about ourselves that causes others to shy away instead of getting to know us better. We feel the frustration and hurt of loss of broken friendships. We feel the mourning that comes with having a special emotional attachment severed. Thank you for posting that here. It is what many of us have wanted to cry out loud for a long time. Tom Administrator Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 11, 2007 Report Share Posted March 11, 2007 Any other opinions? Moody wrote: > > Hi all, > > I've found that I seem to have cycles of where I somehow acquires some > 'friends' for a while, until I somehow loose them due to something I > didn't figure out correctly as being the " correct " response to NTs. > > So I wrote the following, and would like to get your opinions of it: > > And then you left > > You encounter me, in the dark corner, away from the rest of the crowd. > > Either due to sincere effort, or due to wanting to know if what > you've heard is true you attempt to befriend. > > I'm hesitant at first, like a dog that has been shown abuse more than > love. Wanting to be befriended, but afraid of the outcome as well. > > However you persist, I begin to open to you. And slowly open to others > as well. In private I tell you why you found me in the corner, how I and > the word friends is rarely if ever used together. > > You assure me that this isn't the case with you, somehow you will be > different from the rest. And I want to believe, how I so want to believe > that this will be different. > > Time escalates, moving faster and faster. We are Cinderella at the Ball. > > Soon my time away from you becomes painful, where ever you are that is > where I want to be. > > The clock ticks louder, the minute hand flies forward, but I don't care. > The Ball, is all that matters. > > Every time you see me, or know I'm near you say hello. You drop what > your doing, and come be with me. Time moves faster. > > I begin to forget, what I was afraid of, forget what it was like before. > > We dance faster and faster, the minute hand flies across its face. > > With you, I begin to feel human. We dance faster, as the clock flies > even faster. > > In the distance there's a loud noise. I'm to busy to hear it, the Ball > is all that's important. > > The noise happens again, and everyone begins to stare. > > I glance at the clock, its midnight. The spell is over. And you either > with a hysterical scream or a roar of laughter..... > > LEAVE > > The Ball ends, and once again I try to find out what happened, once > again I'm given answers that don't make since. > > The pain replaces the Ball, I limp back to the corner, because.... > > You Left. > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 11, 2007 Report Share Posted March 11, 2007 Any other opinions? Moody wrote: > > Hi all, > > I've found that I seem to have cycles of where I somehow acquires some > 'friends' for a while, until I somehow loose them due to something I > didn't figure out correctly as being the " correct " response to NTs. > > So I wrote the following, and would like to get your opinions of it: > > And then you left > > You encounter me, in the dark corner, away from the rest of the crowd. > > Either due to sincere effort, or due to wanting to know if what > you've heard is true you attempt to befriend. > > I'm hesitant at first, like a dog that has been shown abuse more than > love. Wanting to be befriended, but afraid of the outcome as well. > > However you persist, I begin to open to you. And slowly open to others > as well. In private I tell you why you found me in the corner, how I and > the word friends is rarely if ever used together. > > You assure me that this isn't the case with you, somehow you will be > different from the rest. And I want to believe, how I so want to believe > that this will be different. > > Time escalates, moving faster and faster. We are Cinderella at the Ball. > > Soon my time away from you becomes painful, where ever you are that is > where I want to be. > > The clock ticks louder, the minute hand flies forward, but I don't care. > The Ball, is all that matters. > > Every time you see me, or know I'm near you say hello. You drop what > your doing, and come be with me. Time moves faster. > > I begin to forget, what I was afraid of, forget what it was like before. > > We dance faster and faster, the minute hand flies across its face. > > With you, I begin to feel human. We dance faster, as the clock flies > even faster. > > In the distance there's a loud noise. I'm to busy to hear it, the Ball > is all that's important. > > The noise happens again, and everyone begins to stare. > > I glance at the clock, its midnight. The spell is over. And you either > with a hysterical scream or a roar of laughter..... > > LEAVE > > The Ball ends, and once again I try to find out what happened, once > again I'm given answers that don't make since. > > The pain replaces the Ball, I limp back to the corner, because.... > > You Left. > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 11, 2007 Report Share Posted March 11, 2007 Well I liked very much how you worded the below and could relate. I think sometimes perhaps people see us as 'oddities' 'novelties' and with a lot of non aspies often novelty value wears off pretty quick if they are surface and shallow people and just as we may be opening up developing bonds they are throwing us away like a used kleenex tissue that has served it's purpose. That also is perhaps another reason, that in thier 'throw away' world we were just another commodity and not one they were ever going to keep :-( It is sad that some are such a way - although there is sometimes odd/rare exceptions to the general and they are all the more precious when found :-) > > > > Hi all, > > > > I've found that I seem to have cycles of where I somehow acquires some > > 'friends' for a while, until I somehow loose them due to something I > > didn't figure out correctly as being the " correct " response to NTs. > > > > So I wrote the following, and would like to get your opinions of it: > > > > And then you left > > > > You encounter me, in the dark corner, away from the rest of the crowd. > > > > Either due to sincere effort, or due to wanting to know if what > > you've heard is true you attempt to befriend. > > > > I'm hesitant at first, like a dog that has been shown abuse more than > > love. Wanting to be befriended, but afraid of the outcome as well. > > > > However you persist, I begin to open to you. And slowly open to others > > as well. In private I tell you why you found me in the corner, how I and > > the word friends is rarely if ever used together. > > > > You assure me that this isn't the case with you, somehow you will be > > different from the rest. And I want to believe, how I so want to believe > > that this will be different. > > > > Time escalates, moving faster and faster. We are Cinderella at the Ball. > > > > Soon my time away from you becomes painful, where ever you are that is > > where I want to be. > > > > The clock ticks louder, the minute hand flies forward, but I don't care. > > The Ball, is all that matters. > > > > Every time you see me, or know I'm near you say hello. You drop what > > your doing, and come be with me. Time moves faster. > > > > I begin to forget, what I was afraid of, forget what it was like before. > > > > We dance faster and faster, the minute hand flies across its face. > > > > With you, I begin to feel human. We dance faster, as the clock flies > > even faster. > > > > In the distance there's a loud noise. I'm to busy to hear it, the Ball > > is all that's important. > > > > The noise happens again, and everyone begins to stare. > > > > I glance at the clock, its midnight. The spell is over. And you either > > with a hysterical scream or a roar of laughter..... > > > > LEAVE > > > > The Ball ends, and once again I try to find out what happened, once > > again I'm given answers that don't make since. > > > > The pain replaces the Ball, I limp back to the corner, because.... > > > > You Left. > > > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 11, 2007 Report Share Posted March 11, 2007 Well I liked very much how you worded the below and could relate. I think sometimes perhaps people see us as 'oddities' 'novelties' and with a lot of non aspies often novelty value wears off pretty quick if they are surface and shallow people and just as we may be opening up developing bonds they are throwing us away like a used kleenex tissue that has served it's purpose. That also is perhaps another reason, that in thier 'throw away' world we were just another commodity and not one they were ever going to keep :-( It is sad that some are such a way - although there is sometimes odd/rare exceptions to the general and they are all the more precious when found :-) > > > > Hi all, > > > > I've found that I seem to have cycles of where I somehow acquires some > > 'friends' for a while, until I somehow loose them due to something I > > didn't figure out correctly as being the " correct " response to NTs. > > > > So I wrote the following, and would like to get your opinions of it: > > > > And then you left > > > > You encounter me, in the dark corner, away from the rest of the crowd. > > > > Either due to sincere effort, or due to wanting to know if what > > you've heard is true you attempt to befriend. > > > > I'm hesitant at first, like a dog that has been shown abuse more than > > love. Wanting to be befriended, but afraid of the outcome as well. > > > > However you persist, I begin to open to you. And slowly open to others > > as well. In private I tell you why you found me in the corner, how I and > > the word friends is rarely if ever used together. > > > > You assure me that this isn't the case with you, somehow you will be > > different from the rest. And I want to believe, how I so want to believe > > that this will be different. > > > > Time escalates, moving faster and faster. We are Cinderella at the Ball. > > > > Soon my time away from you becomes painful, where ever you are that is > > where I want to be. > > > > The clock ticks louder, the minute hand flies forward, but I don't care. > > The Ball, is all that matters. > > > > Every time you see me, or know I'm near you say hello. You drop what > > your doing, and come be with me. Time moves faster. > > > > I begin to forget, what I was afraid of, forget what it was like before. > > > > We dance faster and faster, the minute hand flies across its face. > > > > With you, I begin to feel human. We dance faster, as the clock flies > > even faster. > > > > In the distance there's a loud noise. I'm to busy to hear it, the Ball > > is all that's important. > > > > The noise happens again, and everyone begins to stare. > > > > I glance at the clock, its midnight. The spell is over. And you either > > with a hysterical scream or a roar of laughter..... > > > > LEAVE > > > > The Ball ends, and once again I try to find out what happened, once > > again I'm given answers that don't make since. > > > > The pain replaces the Ball, I limp back to the corner, because.... > > > > You Left. > > > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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