The most important to me is starting right. I get up at 3 AM. the world is sleeping. Several hours of being alone I am fully charged. I have the energy to deflect the day.
My worst is just as I am about to have the first sip of coffee, the world intrudes. I become a Master of foul moods, the day is shot, "To hell with them all!" Being unable to recover, I just go back to bed.
I shut down non-essential systems, like speaking, stare at people long enough they get the message.
I am trapped in a city, I have no woods, parks are not my style, I draw within and shut out the world.
I train humans to deal with me on my terms, every week I have to retrain them. Making me suffer is fun for them, I make them suffer, they cannot see the fun. I am just socialising, I demand instant answers to my demands, I give them one second to comply, then tear into them for being defective and complete failures. I cause tears and heart attacks, but better you than me.
People say they have to walk on eggs around me, I say if the crunching does not stop there will be hell to pay. They say I am unfeeling, and I tell them that I feel like beating them to a pulp. Then they wish I had no feelings. They have been on my case for all my life, they cannot take one minute of the same. I was hated when I took their abuse, nothing has changed, except who is getting the abuse. I do not see a problem. They are defective weaklings and a real man should knock some sense into them, for Jesus, God Dammit. I have intergrated myself into society.
Like any sucessful fugitive I have learned to hide in plain sight. When someone tries to talk to me I change the subject. They had a plan, it fell apart. I am self centered, everyone always said so. Now there is no room for them. When more than half my time is spent on me, I feel happy, when others think they want to run me, it turns out badly for them.
I am Popeye, I yam what I yam, and that's all what I yam! Popeye is a bull goose aspie. Bluto is three times his size and still loses. Self is the only thing to have. With the world at bay, I can spend more time being me. I have a self to feed and grow. No one else can do it. I need food, shelter, and peaceful enjoyment, now if that aspie Olive Oyl could ever make up her mind.