• funky_shank 5w

    I met him just a day ago .. my bestie and i went to the restaurant where she was supposed to meet a boy.. whom she met a few days ago at some party club ... she asked him to tag a friend along so that i could communicate with the other one .. cause I really sucked at it ...! . They approached .. one made his way to her nd the other one took the seat across me .. they were talking like they have met for 1000th time nd we were quit .. but but .the conversation took over .. .. we talked .. though i have never felt comfortable with a stranger ... so yeah . i messed a little but it was comfortable .. he dint give me a look of judging something .. that usualy a lot people do when they talk to me ... .. after that he nd me ... went for a nearby club to have some drinks ... ... we sat .. talked . .. until one of his friend showed up .. he got up nd asked me to wait for a just a little while .. so that he could meet some of his more friends ......At that time ...
    I sensed it ....the thing that made me comfortable was his eyes and his smell ... but now that they were gone the reality came back to my veins .. I felt the music was bursting in my ears ... Their laughs ... There were now more people by the time we have entered .. nd the dance floor ... was total chaos .. I felt my heartbeat quicken ... The cold sweat on my neck... again .. I felt it .... the difference .. .. why dont i like crowds ... why i am not social ... i took a pen nd a paper from my bag nd with the strength nd patience I was left with ... i wrote to him what I am actually ..(read in the post )...
    i din't wanted him look me with pity or feel ashamed of me ... just like "They " did... cause i was afraid to see one more reaction from one more person about my reality... though i never in my life felt something so special that i did with him. cause i dont want to see if he would get uncomfortable with me just like the other did ....cause I wan not like "Them"....
    i kept the paper in his coat pocket which was lying beside me and I left the place ... untill ......

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    Not a demure but an Autistic ...

    My life starts when the curtain falls ..
    neither i hide nor do I disappear...
    its the time when my forlorn calls ....
    when the crowd comes ...
    my heart stirs and there comes the sudden squalls ......
    can't keep up with the unsteady rhythms they make ...
    can't keep up with the noise they create..
    they are in a part of their complete freedom but ... I am not ...
    they can give their love and hurt through words.....
    But when i try ...
    i fail nd I fail .and hide myself in a hole ..
    it feels miserable cause they don't know ...
    I am an Autistic .... ...
    But i dont wanna tell . . .
    so that they do not have to show me eyes full of Pity in their human shell...
    Funky_shank