the road less travelled

been thinking a lot about ASD lately, and been doing some reading too. the more i read on it the more i think that Xander is who he is, ASD or not. that it isn't a disease therefore you can't cure it, only learn to live with it. that somewhere along the line maybe Xander decided to take a different path through life. not bad or wrong, just different. the poem by Robert Frost comes to mind:

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveller, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference