I clearly see my Aspergers when I'm around others, like they hold the mirror for me

I stopped by the local food pantry today. I was different from the others picking up food and different from the workers. I could tell by the way the volunteer looked and talked to me that I was different.

The other clients were talking more and there was a constant exchange between volunteer and client like a hot potato game for two. I could sense how their words volleys and played off one another.

When my volunteer looked at me or spoke, I dropped the potato, I dropped the ball. Deadpan. Silence. I couldn't figure out how to make my words dance and interact with hers.

Like taking wads of toilet paper and throwing it onto the ceiling for no one's amusement but my own.

I play tennis. My opponent is a wall 

I write and text and in my own domicile all seems fair and well but, when I step out my front door, all bets are off. I'm on my own. Playing solitaire while everyone else plays games and trade cards.

I feel completely normal, till I go out my front door.

Around others I can see my frayed edges, purple hair, dirty feet and collegiate, nonfitting lingo.

I've been home much much. Feels best to just stay in, immersed in my Autistic blankets of normalacy.