Underscore wrote:
I don't know. I can relate to wanting to get the creative thoughts and everything like that out there, even though it can be embarassing and weird. But I'm not exploding. Maybe because I don't shield my thoughts at all really. I want them. Creative thoughts > World and People.
I also find that I want them... honestly, I really like them... I think they're pretty awesome.
However what immediately scares me is that if I let anyone else know what they are, I will immediately be laughed at, scoffed at, ridiculed, thought of as some kinda nut-basket, etc., because of what they are. Although I think it's partially because they seem to be centered around there being some situation, environment, sometimes a whole different world, where not only is it normal to be like me, but sometimes even celebrated. I guess they're kind of a result of me needing to feel good about myself somehow, especially knowing how people look at me and think of me in the real world.
However there was one point in my life before I knew I was Aspie... and it's the only point in my entire life that I know of it ever happening... where I had a friend who, for reasons only God knows, wanted to be me. I couldn't tell you what in this infinite universe she could've possibly found to be jealous of, but she found something, and set out to basically shuffle me aside and try to be "the new me" in every situation she could. Needless to say, that was quite disastrous for both of our lives, she's no longer my friend, and my reputation still hasn't completely recovered from her antics yet. However afterwards, when someone told me that this was her motive, the thought of someone wanting to be just like me didn't bring about the reaction that I would've otherwise thought I'd have. In my creativity-filled mind, I would see that as a good thing and be happy that someone thought that much of me. However when it actually happened in the real world, my immediate reaction was to panic. I instantly felt like someone looking up to anything about me was a 10-ton weight dropped onto my shoulders. Thinking that someone would want to be like me suddenly became a massive amount of pressure that I didn't want. I found myself saying to that person who told me, "No... I don't want anyone looking up to me!! Why the heck would she look up to me?? I'm weird."
So I don't know... I guess everything that's in my head is some attempt to reconcile wanting to be thought of as normal, and as something good or desirable, but finding myself completely unable to handle it the one, single, solitary time in my life that it did actually happen. And that's definitely something I don't want people in my life to know.