I like imagining what the world might be like for an NT if everyone had AS. You go into the doctor's office, and instead of asking you how she could help, the receptionist just glances at you, then goes back to stimming. When you finally get her attention, she responds angrily, and says she'll go get the doctor. You sit down in a waiting room full of people on their laptops, and no one is talking. You try to start a conversation with the person next to you, only to be met with monosyllabic answers. You try to start a conversation with the person on your other side, and he just moves into the next seat down without saying a word. Three hours later, the 40 year old doctor emerges, wearing a helicopter beanie, and apologizes, explaining that he was playing his daily video games.
During your checkup, the doctor attempts to hit your kneecap with that hammer, and misses 5 times, giving you bruises all over your leg and thigh. Whenever you ask the doctor a question, he first taps his head against the wall for 5 seconds or so, then answers. When the checkup is over, you spend two minutes at the receptionist's desk waiting for her to finish rocking back and forth, get your next appointment time, then leave.
So you decide to go to the bar. The volume on the music is so low you can hardly hear it, but through the low rumble of chatter, you make out the lyrics to a certain Gary Numan song. You ask the bartender for an Old Fashioned. He says "We don't have those, but our special tonight is the 'Aspie Affection.'" You ask what it is, and he explains that it's 6(!) shots of Crown Royal mixed with 4 oz. grape juice, with a smidge of salt and peach schnapps. "It'll really make ya affectionate!" he jokes. You order one and take a sip. You look around the bar for single women, but for some reason, there are 8 times as many men as there are women in the bar, so each woman is already well-surrounded. You finish your Aspie Affection, pay, and walk out.
"I should get home" you think, feeling a little tipsy, "it's getting late." You ask a man passing on the street "Do you know the time?" He glances at his watch, says "Yes," and continues walking. You shrug. Fortunately the streets are clear, and you think to yourself how there's not much, if any, traffic. In fact, the majority of the houses don't even have cars in their driveways! It seems like everyone walks where they need to go. Looking around at the sparse people walking, you notice that many of them have a 'unique' fashion sense. You see one woman with red dots on her cheeks, wearing a multicolored sundress. You see a few men wearing cargo pants with hiking shoes. One is wearing a kilt. A kilt!
While walking home, you accidentally stumble into a very large man. He becomes somewhat confrontational, and you say "Damn, why do you have to have such a chip on your shoulder?" He looks at his right shoulder, then his left, then at the ground around him while you scuttle away. When you arrive home, you see your neighbor in his yard staring at the sky and taking notes. "Hey buddy!" you yell from your front door, "what are you doing?" "Well," he responds, still gazing at the sky,"the meteor N397 recently passed the galaxy perpendicular to the Milky Way and managed to defy the laws of astronomy by not falling to the heat of friction and this means that there must be some way that meteors in other galaxies such as NGC4414 which is 60 million light years from us must have special properties that Einstein never predic--" You shut the door, figuring you're drunk and must be imagining things, flop on the couch, and sleep.
You do seem to have this overfascination with drinking though man. You better be careful or in a few years you might end up with a habit you don't want just because you felt so complelled to dull and numb yourself down so much to better tolerate social situations. Things are so much better to see, feel, and experience when you are totally sober and free of any alterations of your conscious state... 
