I feel like my friends don't like me..

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Doing in a school project to re-create a movie trailer, I decided to be the video editor & color keying operator. Though I hated the movie we were working on, I put my energy to planning everything. But for some reason, my friends told me to "hold back" until they were done filming everything, same goes for the CGI technician. The thing I was worried about was getting the camera angles right with the greenscreen filming (as perspective has to be exact), I feared my friends won't get it right. And no matter how much I asked to join for filming to help out at the camera, they always acted as if "You're the editor and that's that, you're fobidden to do anything else".

Then, one day, we made an appointment to start with the CGI, VFX, SFX & editing at 5:30pm. So okay, I arrived dead on, 5:15pm. And guess what, they didn't come for the next 3-4 hours!

The next day, we presented it to our teachers (whom actually work in the film industry mind you!), and we took a big beating. Miss-aligned camera angles and unfinished CGI! Though my color-keying work & editing was quite flawless and they were okay with it. I did blame myself for not "gagging" my friends into taking over with the camera work.

I felt as if I was Howard Hughes in "The Aviator". I wanted to create perfect results, even if I was going to be an arse to my friends!

I know what you mean. I think being Aspie often means we're trodden down by people around us (normally unintentionally) because we struggle to communicate what we really want to say.

I think the main problem is just that we know we're right (normally) and struggle to accept others won't listen, and we do often end up coming across like massive pains in the arse.

Sometimes, that can be OK, for example when there's an important school project or something, but sometimes we just have to let things go, which I find really hard to do... but I'm not sure if that's a general Aspie thing.

So your vote shouldn't be about whether it's OK to be a pain in the arse, because that is just sometimes how we come across when we can't make ourselves understood. I think it's just important to try and be a good judge on what we need to let go of and what it's OK to keep badgering people about.

I have noticed i work well when i work alone.
whenever it involves teamwork things goof up
Because this NT's dont feel like doing any work.

I have to often clean up the mess they create

I'm a consummate perfectionist, and I struggled with this all through school. In middle school, especially, I felt like I was Hermione Granger in a world of Ron Weasleys. It's better now that I'm at university; actually, at the college I attend, everyone is so perfectionistic that I feel like a slacker half the time! (The problem turns the clashing of several headstrong people's different visions.) Just recently I was going through old school work, and found a group project that had gotten a B+ (horror of horrors to my straight-A 12-year-old self). The project was to create a newspaper reporting on events from Jack London's The Call of the Wild, a book I had understood well and enjoyed. The boy I was working with was one of the less accomplished in the class. I assigned him a third of the work and asked we show each other our drafts a few days before the due date. He acquiesced without any resentment -- I had a reputation for good grades. But I had to dog him to get him to finish it, which he definitely did resent, and when he showed me his draft, proudly, the day before the project was due, I only needed to read a few sentences before I was faced with a dilemma. Did I completely rewrite his terrible draft, giving myself more work and making him angry? Or did I get a bad grade? I ended up revising it about half as much as I wanted to. I blamed this for my B+. But I was struck, looking back over the work several years later, that my own work for that project was significantly worse than the work I did on my own that year. I was so stressed and distracted managing the group that my own writing suffered. In retrospect, I think I should have let his part of the project go. The grades didn't matter that much.

My senior year in high school, I was the only senior in my dance company. While I was friends with many of the dancers in the group, and felt like a mentor to a few of the underclassmen, there was a lot of tension leading up to the performance. It was my final performance of my high school career, featuring an extended work of my own choreography, and probably the only time I'd have a leading role in a dance company for some time. The show mattered a lot to me, more than to my fellow dancers. During the endless tech rehearsals, I had to literally bite back exasperated, bossy, and cutting remarks. I wanted to yell: The timing's wrong, here, can't you see! Don't argue with me, just do what I say! Keep practicing, learning the steps is not enough! You're always two feet too far left! And so on. And I had to remind myself, over and over, that getting annoyed, and ordering them around, was going to get me nowhere. I had to be as gentle, as tactful, as subtle, as I could. All of which is very difficult on the spectrum, of course. And when I couldn't be subtle, I had to be polite and direct: I don't think this is working, so-and-so, because of this, and I think this should be done about it. The show turned out well in the end. But it's a constant struggle.