I wish everyone who has even seen me in an awkward social state could see me in my office. Which office am I referring to? Take a look at this picture:
Now, let's contrast this. Several times here at the Rio I have had awkward elevator experiences. I don't know where the sign is, but somewhere on me I have a big sign that says, "Hello, my name is Aaron, what's your story?" Honestly, and this has never happened in my life, people have tried to strike up conversations in the elevator. I may not know social rules, but isn't talking in the elevator one of the biggest social sins possible? Anyway, each time I stumble about trying to think of something to say while in the back of my mind I'm processing, "okay, why is this person talking to me? Are they a stalker? Do I know them?"
In my office I am firm. My voice is clear and it is like giving a presentation. In an open-ended environment when I see something and I want to discuss it, I will wait several minutes until I can talk to a person one-on-one about it, but while in the office I have to be abrupt and instant on all discussions. I'm sure every person on the spectrum wishes this, but I truly wish each person I went to school with, and everyone else that has ever thought I was slow or incapable could see me in my office.
Well, the sun is coming up and day two of five of the 2011 SKUSA Supernats is about to begin. In just an hour or so I will be back at my office and in command of my position. It won't be long before I go back to having confidence and walking tall, but until then I may appear uneasy, on edge, and not all that talkative. If you see me like that and think I am ill at ease, I say, "just wait" as you're about to witness a transformation, as I described it on my Facebook page yesterday, head towards my office, playground, and canvas. It's going to be another great day!