If somebody prefaced their comments to strangers through the scope of mental illness, I wouldn’t make an attempt to try to insult them. Good luck.

No, that article isn’t about me.

I’ve been called an asshole with love and hate my whole life.

I’ve been called an asshole with love and hate my whole life.

Typing on the internet isn’t exercising social skills; there is a pause to reflect what the other person says, there is no tone, there is no background noise, there is no body language, no eye contact, etc.

I apologize for not clearly explaining that I’m good at some things and crap at others–like you, and the poor bastard that the police killed. I’ve been called an asshole my entire life, sometimes with love and sometimes with hatred.

I appreciate our constructive conversation. I too got some cardio in and reminded myself to relax a little on my disposition to be pedantic. Cheers! :)

Consider buying, only if it is made by GM.

You should take it, you don’t have enough Jeeps.

I apologies for not communicating well, or completely enough. I agree with you. I appreciate your compassion and understanding.

My point exactly.

“In the case of many people with Asperger’s, they aren’t really stressed about their differences and often function just fine, even if other neurotypical people think they act strangely at times.” I respectfully disagree–however, I can only speak for myself.

You can call anyone anything you want.

“I’m far superior in some and far inferior in other things.”

I completely agree with your comments.

Not being neurotypical isn’t a mental disability.

I saw the movie, I enjoyed it, and I enjoy James McAvoy’s acting skills.

I worked at Home Depot from 2004-2006, the guy who got the carts from the lot had schizophrenia. He had a full-time aide with him always. He always said hello, and goodbye. He asked me if I had brothers or sisters and when their birthdays were–once. After that he said hello, the amount of time between me and my…

I worked at Home Depot from 2004-2006, the guy who got the carts from the lot had schizophrenia. He had a full-time aide with him always. He always said hello, and goodbye. He asked me if I had brothers or sisters and when their birthdays were–once. After that he said hello, the amount of time between me and my…