(PSA 1) Autism Be ...

 ...learning the strange and really, really odd super powers you possess.  For instance, this unwanted one.



The divan in this room is is broken.  I learned that the instant I sat on it.
An instant later I knew, with certainty, what position the couple that broke it had sex on it when they damaged it. 

This is not something useful.
This is not something I want.  At all.
This is something that made me laugh.  Out loud.

Simple: my brain don't stop. 
It's just asks questions. 
All.  The.  Time. 
(Thank God and shrink for Ambien.)

What was that?  A crack.
What did it mean.  A broken divan.
Where is it broken?  Oh, there.
Will it hold me?  Yes.
Why would it have broken if it could hold 100 kilograms?  I dunno.
It's not big enough for two people at once....

oh, damn...

Yeah, that is at least 150 kilos and put the stress right there.

No, I won't look it up in the Kamasutra, it's not needed for either of us. 
This is my 'Makansutra' corner of the world (IFYKYK.  A Bourdain thing again.)
No, you don't have to be a genius or a contortionist to figure it out or do it.
No, you don't even have to try to figure it out. 

And, if your mind is cool with that, well I am a tiny bit envious.

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Oh, Damn.  It appears the Autistic Proestry is my writing gift.  (That is one of the many ways I considered spelling Prose + Poetry, is there a better one?)

This is the start of a series of ongoing  PSAs for you - your own Personal Sense of Autism.