It's the one thing that has ultimately done the most to end friendships for me, and it makes earning new ones all but impossible. Usually, I don't particularly want them. I don't want friends so much as I want an outlet for my abilities. I understand that ego can exaggerate my strengths at times; however, it's defeated by the knowledge that these strengths are there. More than anything, I want to put myself to use somehow. Sometimes, I do this by finding people and dedicating extensive time and energy to trying to bring out the best in them. I figure, in those times, that, if I can't directly make a difference in the world, I can help others to do so. It's always overshadowed, however, by this looming sense that it's still not going to be enough. I want to do more. I don't want to make a dimple but a crater. It turns into arrogance, and arrogance turns into anger. The anger turns into a deep sense that I have just wasted something valuable and precious.
Part of the problem, I guess, is that it's not something that I spend a lot of time feeling unhappy about. I don't feel the sting of loneliness. I guess it's an organ that never really grew in me. Occassionally, however, I wonder if I could somehow relax this need for grandeur and get more in tune with the world around me. This ego isn't something that I invented. It's a part of me, and it's not something that I want to lose. It's part of the sense of ecstasy and freedom that I feel when I open my arms to embrace the universe and inhale its infinite complexities. I just get curious, from time to time, as to what I could do if I could make it fall, just briefly, into the shadows.
I'm not sure whether this is an Aspergian trait or something unrelated. Does anyone else ever feel this way, though?