I am a middle-aged man told by a teenage girl that I am a “genius as a giant toddler.” She explained that though I am intellectually brilliant, I am naïve and whimsical. She asked if I was ever diagnosed as autistic. She assured me months later that she “respects” me.
The young woman recently accused me of being “morally dyslexic” and said I had a “gray” view of things.
The girl is popular with her peers and respected by her elders. She is studious and athletic. She does not smoke and I assume she does not abuse other substances either, though she may occasionally drink alcohol.
This teenager has been in my life as a co-worker for over a year, maybe two. She asked me questions no one ever does. She listened to my answers. She is amazingly insightful.
I do not care about right or wrong, legal or illegal, moral or immoral. Honor and loyalty mean nothing to me. I am not guided by principals. I do not fret decency.
I am sincere. I act according to my sincerity, regardless of all else. My compassion is unreasonable. I never forsake but I never forgive. I never betray. I never make a promise unless pressured to do so. I shall break my word if it suits me, and without hesitation. Threats provoke me, whether I can defend against them or not.
I am not fascinated by the insightful girl because of
her. I am amazed that I was noticed. People tell me I am intense, but they do
not know why. They assume I am like them. They see themselves rather than me.