You see, I navigate the world like a cat in a dog park,
With a GPS that only knows the route to my comfort zone.
Conversations are like trying to solve a Rubiks cube
While riding a rollercoaster;
Colourful, chaotic, and I’m holding on for dear life.
People say: “Just look me in the eye”
But my gaze is like a rare Pokémon…
Elusive and often hiding under the couch.
I prefer the depth of my own thoughts,
Where every idea is a universe spinning in its own orbit.
Don’t get me started on small talk.
It’s like trying to swim in a pool full of jelly.
“Nice weather today. So where are you from?”
My brain shouts: “Did you know octopuses have three hearts?”
But I nod, smile and do my best to reply.
My mind is a playlist on shuffle.
Tunes bounce from Mozart to Metallica
While everyone else grooves to the latest pop hit.
And I’m just here. Watching.
Dancing to my own beat.
Social gatherings are like a game of hide and seek
Where I’m hiding in the snack corner,
Perfecting the art of avoiding eye contact.
Concentrating on munching crisps
As if they hold the secrets to the universe.
I might not always get the punchline
But when I do, it’s like fireworks
Exploding wildly on New Year’s Eve…
Unexpected, and a bit overwhelming
But oh so beautiful in its own way.
So, here’s to the quirks; the unique rhythm;
The moments when I’m too loud. Too quiet. Too much.
Because being me is not a puzzle to solve,
It’s an art form… a masterpiece in progress,
And I’m learning to paint it in the colours of my soul.
(c)BobChristian
The Ramblings of Bob Christian 