An Autistic Hello ...

I'm 52 years-old and very new to socializing in general: I'm autistic and have spent most of my life in a shell ... I don't want to go into the whole, long saga, but I've had a great deal of therapy, and emotionally I'd say that I am perhaps 19 years-old - so, I'm a teenager who's very prematurely going bald and who has wrinkles and a middle-aged spread ... Not a pretty picture, though I was pretty when I was chronologically 19, ah, well ... Anyway, I am going to college. Yes, studying mathematics, my truest love. I don't know what I am going to do w/it. People keep suggesting that I teach - I do have a talent for tutoring, it seems, but I don't want to be a teacher. I want to be a lump who sits and studies math all day. Maybe I'll win the lottery and won't have to worry about finding an employer willing to pay me for being a studious lump ... I am just that - a studious lump. I'm shameless. I really don't care who knows it. Me, my pipe, my cup of coffee, my book, sitting there, not caring about anything - you might think that I had won the lottery already ... What else is rotten about me? Let's see, I like classical music, rocks, cactus plants, buzzards, I smoke, I'm untidy, I'm a bit too fond of food - hence the middle-aged spread - my one form of exercise is prodigious walking, and I love dogs. My worst traits I leave for others to discover and make fun of.