by Anton Martin Smith antonmartinsmithwrites@gmail.com or martinantonsmith@gmail.com

If you haven’t noticed.

The neurotypicals hate us.

Mainly this is pure jealousy.

You see they do not have empathy.

They are strictly performative.

This is their nature.

They need empathy?

They make it to order on the spot.

They wave their arms, hug, and screech outrageously.

It is rank behaviour of the ‘methinks he doth protest too much’ ilk.

Yes – they are shallow my non-neuro-typical friends.

They are almost always social climbers –

Just dying to move to the ‘right suburb’.

Yes – they believe steadfastly in the ‘slave system’ called the ‘modern economy’.

Because they are wrapped up in social dynamics.

They thrive in the petty henpecking turbulence on offer at todays cubicle-workplace.

Of course their goal in social spaces is this:

To recreate high school with themselves naturally as the re-constituted bullies.

You see to neurotypicals the world is a giant high school.

Where they were bullies or brown-nosed the bullies.

We – the neurodiverse with brains and natural empathy,

Were in the cross-hairs.

Yes Schopenhauer was right –

Those without skill or technical superiority use The Will.

And in a weird way we have to almost respect that.

After all ‘The Will’ is a powerful force.

The Neurotypicals are naturally more intuitive about this.

Because in High School & The world of ‘Corporatised work’ –

They do indeed dominate the culture.

Evil has won within these spheres.

They swing freely in these brutish non-intellectual jungles.

For as brutes they understood The Will and its power.

Perhaps our greatest flaw is our naivety on these matters of Brutish Power.

So yes for now we the neuro-diverse are stuck in the second class citizen prison cell.

So yes – we are subjected to the anti-success workplace,

And the anti-empathy society,

The ‘forever schoolyard’ you might say.

But they shouldn’t celebrate too much.

For their victory is a pyrrhic one.

Because in the end – they know themselves.

They have willingly embodied social ruthlessness.

And it does show on their faces.

But not on ours.

Their faces become bad fruit, and well before good time –

Mouldy, wrinkled & rotting.

Eyes devoid of any sparkle whatsoever – yes – ‘dead fish eyes’.

So in the end they can only devour themselves.

We the maligned second class citizens have our own inner world,

Which provides all the mental and spiritual sustenance we need.

We just like the ‘un-thinkers’ also have a form of camaraderie amongst ourselves –

An unspoken and mostly unseen brethren.

Which is based on creativity and knowledge working hand in hand.

Yes we the discarded certainly run rings around those sneery faced ones.

We are in truth a metaphysically quite different species.

That’s at heart why they hate us – we actually have souls.

Let us not kid ourselves –

They cannot change.

Let the Earth split in two –

They can have their desert.

And we will have our oasis.

Of course – I have presented a one sided view.

The bastards than run society and the world of work are partially correct to hate us.

Some of us – a minority – are by definition heavily self-minded.

After all the root word of ‘Autistic’ comes from the Greek word Autos –

‘The Self’.

So it would be remiss to talk of ‘all neuro-diverse being angelic, omnipotent etc.

This slice of us is simply the exception to prove the rule.

And it does not stop me at fantasizing with glee about the downfall of the neurotypicals.

For it will be a glorious triumphant day indeed.

But on what day will this justice day of transcendence arrive?

Well to hazard a guess only the good lord himself will know this….

……..BUT….

To hazard a guess….

I think it could happen precisely at on July 17 2037 at 21:47:32 Hrs Mins Secs.

And I don’t mind that the guffaws from the walking dead abound.

For before ‘a fall’ comes ‘pride’ –

Does it not?

And oh what a glorious fall it will be,

To see those fallen angels fall all over again into the deep black abyss….

And finally as a “Diplomatic P.S” let me say this:

Hey – I might be wrong – maybe this is all just a schadenfreude riddled onan-istic frenzy…

…….maybe I’m the problem…..maybe…

…but as Bukowski said to the guy who once criticized the accuracy of his words:

‘I’m the writer baby…in my stories I’m the hero baby”.

(Yes friends Buk was definitely one of our best soldiers).