A few years ago, I drastically cared how I was perceived, and I worried about the distant future. My weaknesses made me feel inadequate. For example, not being book-smart enough to get a bachelor's degree, the not understanding various things in general due to Aspergers (before I was diagnosed), the fact that I wasn't a hunk or had the looks I thought I wish I could have (At one point, I was ridiculously jealous of David Duchovny...wished I could be him. Not Mulder, Duchovny himself.)
Since then, I've accepted my intelligence level...and that overall I'm pretty smart, just not in the traditional book sense and that I lack common sense in many cases due to Aspergers. I've accepted my looks and in fact, like the way I look. Sure, David Duchovny is a good looking man, but I'm happy with myself and my appearance.
More importantly, I've accepted my weaknesses as they relate to Aspergers...in my case, having severe ADD if I dislike something (I left the theater half-way through Inception due to lack of interest in the storyline or the movie itself)...not being able to drive, having to be picky about what jobs I can handle...the fact that I'll likely live with my parents throughout their whole lives and then have to move in with my brother or hope my parents leave me whatever house they're living in when they die.
I've stopped caring what people think about me or if people are judging me. I don't care that the majority of women find me at best average looking. I'm thankful for the fact that a small percentage of women including attractive women do find me attractive on some level. I don't care what extended family thinks, or what happened to me 10 years ago in high school. I'm not afraid to make an idiot out of myself and ask out girls (that I know) on facebook.
I haven't been living as much as I want to, but I just travelled for 2 weeks with my brother to Virginia Beach and Florida and had a good, interesting time, and had a gig with my band before we broke up, and have a great family life, and plan to work out. The point is, now that I don't care about the small details (who's saying what about who, minor character flaws in myself) or the big picture (the whole "what's the point of life?") and merely live day to day, it's allowed me to be as at peace as I've ever been.
Some people, even some Aspies on this site, might think it's "giving up" but I know my capabilities and what I'm good at and what I'm not. Unfortunately for me, my passion and my talent (music) doesn't pay the bills. A lot of Aspies are lucky that their special interest leads to a career.
I just want to know if anyone else has found that accepting yourself and caring less about life's outcomes has made you feel happier?