Here is what you can expect if we are friends.
I will have faith in you and in other people. I will not expect you to share my idealism, as I know that most people are more cynical than I am, usually with good reason. All I ask is that you not try to tear down my faith in humanity.
I will trust you, and trust you even more as time goes by, unless I am repeatedly given reasons not to. It’s in my nature. Again, I will not expect the same of you, because I know many people have a hard time trusting, usually for good reasons. All I ask is that you try not to project your own or other’s past behavior onto me.
I will not be very good at communicating, or at picking up subtle signals. I have trouble with social cues that borders on the autistic. I will take things too literally, and appear either stupid or belligerent as a result. I will try to compensate by talking things out that might remain implicit in other relationships. All I ask is that you have patience with me, and try to ascribe my mistakes to obliviousness rather than ill-will.
I will respect your opinions and give them careful consideration. I may challenge them, if I judge you to be comfortable with having them challenged – but only for the purpose of helping both of us to better understand them, not for the purpose of changing them. I will also reevaluate my own opinions when I find they conflict with yours. I will never, however, change my opinions to match yours simply on the basis of respect for you, nor will I necessarily accept it when you “prove” my opinions wrong. My opinions change only as the result of reevaluation, never on someone’s say-so. All I ask is that you accept this, and refrain from telling me what to think.
I will often have nothing to say, but this will not indicate disinterest in you or in what you have to say. All I ask is that you allow me to compose my thoughts at my own slow pace.
I will forget your birthday, and your dog’s name, and where we first met. This will not indicate that I dislike you, only that I have a memory like a steel sieve. All I ask is that you forgive me when I forget.
Given the opportunity, I will give long boring lectures (perseverations, in the terminology of Asperger’s Syndrome) on subjects which interest me, with far more information than you ever wanted to know. All I ask is that you tell me to shut up when you get tired of it, rather than waiting until you are aggravated.
This is what it is like to have me as a friend. Is it too much to ask?