Aspergers again

I'm really giving myself the hump today. The constant barrage of thoughts, all at once, distinct and all in confusion. It's a chaotic mess, swirling round and round. In my head I've been talking to myself all day without stopping. I just wish the voice would shut up, just for a moment, and give me some peace.
I've just realised that this is exactly the relentless monologue thing that the cunt does at the pub, and which freaks me out so much. He's doing in the world what I do in my head. No wonder I find the man so hard to cope with.