Would You Want to Know (Followup)

Followup to a prior post I'm not normal.  I know that.  My intellectual abilities.  My schooling history.  My religious journey.  What happened less than four minutes after I was born.  My family. But there were a few things (see prior post) in my past (needing speech therapy, occupational therapy, above-average brains, etc.) that make me wonder if I'm somewhere in the spectrum.  I want to say, "no, no, no."  But...I know I'm different.  When I originally posted (late May), I wasn't fully convinced that I was somewhere on the spectrum. I'm still not.  But, a few things...maybe I'm going crazy. Maybe I'm just an autism-spectrum-hypochondriac. Maybe I'm trying to figure out why the gears in my head spin the other way? (When the only tool is a hammer, every problem is a nail.  When the only all-encompassing theory is 'autism spectrum', every quirk gets held up to that light.) I mean, I'm looking over (what in my mind is) the stupidest little things. I get a to-do list.  For heavens' sake, write it down, I can't remember all that... I talk to myself.  A lot.  (Maybe it's just the hour-each-way commute.) I go to the ball game at a minor-league park.  And I really really want one of those foul balls.  And frankly, with the open grassy hill area on the side of the 3rd baseline, I've got a shot (not a great shot, but a shot) at grabbing one.  Is it just a baseball fan's obsession or an AS-quirk? Then, there's the whole adventure of watching Rain Man.  *I'm nothing like that*  *am I?* Finally - To my one friend...you're so quick to remind me about whats-his-name - that I need to understand him.  (You say he's autistic.  Is he?  Is it ADD?  What's your proof?).  But in the same breath, you ask me "are you a retard?" (Do you know how mad that makes me?) If life ever calms down... ...maybe I need to find out. What is normal to you?