Misunderstood

People don't get me, and it's not my problem.  I say things that are perfectly clear to me, and people look at me with a wide range of facial expressions; from a glazed-over, blank retarded look, like Homer Simpson thinking about donuts, to looks of complete disdain, as if I had just flatulated ferociously in the elevator.  It used to bother me tremendously.  I spent years wasting energy, worried what people thought of me.  I still have moments of weakness when a brief sense of self insecurity steals my confidence.  At times like this, I simply remind myself that sometimes some people don't get me, but its not my problem.