Autistic Monologues and the Modern Art of Conversation

So, you know the scene, if not from recent history, then from sometime in your autistic past…a group of your co-workers are gathered in the break room discussing XY or Z. In a wide-ranging, fast-moving, laugh-filled conversation (that you have barely been able to keep up with) filled with amazingly witty repartee, the kind of conversation among a group of people that, if you nail your entry, cements your application into THE FRIEND GROUP. Girding your courage and forcing your words, you spring into action and launch into your

autistic monologue

infodump

soliloquy

and their eyes, their shining and excited and darting eyes, their eyes that were on your side at the start of your irruptive speech, all start to glaze…and then, like normal, you think

“Why, why did I think they would want to know that both touch-screen technology as well as pay-at-the-pump were “introduced” to the world at the 1982 World’s Fair?” To be fair, a couple of minutes ago, during the course of the conversation, they were talking about how cheap gas was at Sam’s Club…and then the conversation moved to self-ordering kiosks at Mcdonald's, then to self-pay at various stores and how some stores are taking the self-pay aisles out, and, and I lost track for a little bit when I thought…