Curious Thoughts

That's really creative!

Well, actually, it's not.

There are certain advantages to being slightly autistic. The difficulty with not quite understanding the social clues that most people understand instinctively forces one to pay careful attention to the world. One learns to compensate, intellectually, with proper reactions that most of society takes for granted. One develops a thick skin to perceived slights and insults that with experience one learns were not meant, and in most cases, nonexistent—that other things, besides beauty, are truly in the mind of the beholder.

The constant feeling of not fitting in, assuming that it isn't too strong a problem, provides an advantage when in a leadership role as one remains aloof from the various cliques that form and fade in any organization.

And then there is the Wonderful World of Typos that only a dyslexic can appreciate.

Most people have one world view, I have two. There is the one I was forced to see so I could fit in to society, and there is the one natural to my mental processes. With a touch of serendipity, the dissonance of the views becomes a source of apparently creative ideas. I wish I was that creative, but actually, what I really am, is being good at making ignorance look like brilliance.