Sam's Stories

  Celebrate…. The word that someone feels when they are fulfilled with excitement and joy. I wish I knew how to do that with this business entirely. It is because of the past each time I did, everyone glared at me. When that happened, I closed the refrigerator where I could cool down because when I shut down I got nervous and felt embarrassed when I got proclaimed guilty. I do jump for joy, but I do as quietly as I can because I am too scared I’ll get the mean and nasty looks like I once upon a time did. It has led me to paint where it is a challenge for me to show emotions that are good or bad. The only way I know to say it is to say how I feel without moving my mouth. Each stare is a previous scar that they are trying to reopen by scratching my skin until I bleed out. I can’t even celebrate when I do not know how this celebration is worth my time. It may be the party goes right one day, but then the next day the party goes wrong and it is where I just want to leave the plan I mad...

  In the land of Owensburg, Indiana, a boy has grown into a man who has yet to heal from his masked wounds. These are not the scratches you see after your dog takes a nice bite out of your human flesh. Instead, these are scars that have been left by those who should be with the villains themselves. When I see them, there is a chapter of the old me because they are in a mob, and while I chose a mob, I wish they could have turned a 180 as I could have given them a bond that they could only have once in their lifetime. The drugs are not from Dr. Feelgood. I am because everyone walks away with the feeling that they are their best selves when they stand side by side. I enjoy it because even though I made a trade, part of the trade was that I had to take some of my past life with me, and rejection has followed me as I’ve adapted to the feeling to where it is now. You might skim my greatness, but you will regret the choice after they see me and only my success. It is a way to rub it in an...

  What is my logic?  My logic involves the word loyal. Because once I met you, I became your king. Each day of my life I battle time. When the clock ticks, it feels like a lime. If we're rushing through life, why don’t we just convert to dimes, and instead of saying 10:00, why not 30:00? Some moments are a mess. But sometimes you can simply solve the puzzle by playing a bit of mental chess. I do disagree with the catchphrase "the more the merrier" because if you do see the logic that way, then life becomes less enjoyable. What is my logic?  My ideas sometimes vanish. Because of those who banish  It's like being a danish eater. The visions are all over the place. But why are these ideas not implemented and embraced? I am the best. I’ve faced many tests. I cannot count on one finger. My finger has been a stinger. What’s My Logic?  My logic is that I may never get a VIP pass. I may never experience first class. I'm aware that I unintentionally harass people. When a...

Everyone uses sugar, maybe to put it in their tea or to make sugar cookies. Each person also uses spices to put in food to add flavor to their sandwiches or their eggs. For me, I have the components of both because I can be really sweet, like an innocent person, but I can also be very spicy as if I was the popular kid with the attitude that everyone loved. The simplicity of being one is boring and can be annoying. The balance is possible to find. I learned that the hard way because I once had too much sugar and everyone used me. Then I tried the spice side, where I did make some enemies, but I was happier and I think having spice while still keeping some of the sugar earned me respect. So while you like me or you hate me, there is no longer a choice that you must admit I have come a long way to know how to use the sweet and rough directions of my personality. The reason I have the spicy side is that I have no fear of being straight with you and speaking the truth, whether you like it o...

Each person probably has one phone call a day. However, as a man on the spectrum, I must say that it is taken for granted because in my lifetime I have never received a call from any of the friends that I have or had. It is great that they utilize texting for me, but I question if I am worthy of a phone call. It hurts and it makes me depressed when I see that someone is on the phone and I can tell that they are conversing just like they would if you saw them in person. It is not all them, though, because they are not the ones fully responsible. It is also me because I am nervous about the phone due to the conversation feeling as if we were somewhere together. It is a barricade for me, but I know people who are more comfortable talking because there is no eye contact involved, as you just hear a voice. Furthermore, I must admit the voice is a challenge because there are no emotions to be seen. As a person who is autistic, I must see you to know what you are truly thinking. You know wher...

  What is your war? Alcohol? Dysfunctional relationship? Mine is unique because the battle I fight is trying to tell the world that I am standing on Earth. I know I will get seen one day through times in my life like my wedding and funeral. The war has been hard to recover from at times. There are even amputees and wounds that will not heal because they are still bleeding to this day. I have never followed The Northern Star because I do not need its assistance. I think I am the Northern Star because I have fallen into a duty to where it is my place and my job to heal the world. My road is a broken road that stems from so much negativity that I have seen and heard throughout my life. The one best part about this road is not the war but the inclusiveness that this road has. My road has Acceptance Boulevard and Embrace Street where everyone is welcome. The sad part is there are those who respect me but I cannot see it through hiding the respect or showing the respect through odd behav...

  To someone who takes one good peek at me, I see a person who claps. And someone who taps. What they do not see is someone who is rising to the top. At the end of the day, he pops  To the ones who have not heard of my name, I’m here to play the game. You will first see me as a stranger. A few minutes later, I might become a danger to you. I could be considered an attraction in a zoo. Because while you look fascinated, You continue to stare but do not reach out to pet us. We are people with a mission. Mission completed! That is all I and my species want to hear. I am considered a code. No one has been able to unlock the safe. One of the hobbies I enjoy is traveling. I have been to many places. Each new spot has many new faces. That is a scary feeling for me. I know that I can not drive. Confusion can come from the lanes. Sometimes the result is putting someone with canes  Is me not driving a joke? If so, Please keep laughing and underestimating me. I want the doubt. So I ...