So, you think I am boring?

Well, I don’t deny it

After all, I am socially awkward

I can’t make small talk to save my life

Whenever there is a party

I am the last one to get an invite

And even that usually happens

Because someone drops out at the eleventh hour

Cracking jokes isn’t my forte either

In fact, there are times

When I don’t even get a joke

So, you think I am boring?

Well, I don’t deny it

In a group of friends

I am usually the third wheel

Whose most noteworthy task

Is to refill everyone’s glasses

Mind you, not with beer

But with plain water

So, you think I am boring?

Well, I don’t deny it

But there is such a thing as a topic

And when the topic is Harry Potter

Or trains

Or music

Or crime fiction

Or cricket

Or tennis

Or the game “Choices: Stories You Play”

That’s when I come into my own

And though I am hardly an expert

In initiating conversations

I can certainly hold one

And If I am lucky

You may even my social anxiety evaporating

Faster than you can say “autism”

So, you think I am boring?

Well, I don’t deny it

But I also don’t deny

That I have other qualities

Which compensate for the boredom

That you’ll have to endure

For instance, I am the last person

To betray anyone’s trust

Tell me, what would you prefer?

A fascinating traitor or a trustworthy bore?

I am also brutally honest

But can sugar-coat things when required

Though my autism may hamper my social behaviour

It certainly doesn’t affect my work

I work hard as a rule

And as to the quality of my work

That is something which even my clients can vouch for

My strongest suit though, is loyalty

Whether it be to family or close friends

I would do anything for them

Even if it means sacrificing myself

Though I do hope and pray

That it doesn’t have to come to that

So, you think I am boring?

Well, I don’t deny it

But I also have two last words for you

So what?