I wish there was a humane cure for autism. I hate having it because it makes a laughingstock out of me, an oblivious slug, a soulless creep, a lazy manchild.

If there was a cure, I could finally be capable of love and kindness, to give it to others without even trying, to be capable of successfully handling a mature relationship (And finally losing my virginity, which I know isn’t the fault of women), to be able to be an outstanding husband to that potential wife/husband, and a good father to our hypothetical children.

If there was that humane cure, I could finally be respected for qualities and talents I actually have or can build with hard work and good habits, rather than receiving pity for being a retarded talentless hack. I could entertain others without blowing it and be magnificent. I could actually be competent, clever, and make fools out of the hecklers and assholes.