I’m starting to forget

Or maybe I’ve been forgetting for a long time.

Why didn’t I just sit down with the black girls at lunch?

It was the 1960s. And I didn’t fit in anywhere. I remember that I had one friend who would be with me all the time at school.

I was obnoxious. I remember that our friendship didn’t work very well because I was always talking about myself. It was difficult to see other prospectives. I can’t remember how we became friends, but she probably was somehow connected to me.

Everyone in school at that time was in some kind of group. The group thing was hard to understand.

I still remember the black-white divide. It was worse than the white-white divide.

Don’t want to forget the one black girl who reached out. It has been 53 years and I still remember her.

But. Many of all backgrounds did reach out. I was difficult to understand and my response was always odd.

Been reading about the autism spectrum and people would say I’m just looking for an excuse, but that test had me on the low end. It makes sense.

I guess we all need an excuse for being odd.