My vacation extended a little longer than it was supposed to, but apparently I needed the rest, because only in recent days have I felt recharged. But come Monday, things will be going back to normal and I'll be drawing pictures for all you lovely people. Hoorah~ : )
While on that much-needed rest, I really began to wonder about something. It's come to my attention recently that I know a lot of autistic-spectrum people. Mostly online, true, but it materializes in real life as well, and I really began to ask the question: why? What kind of coincidence is it that I just happen to know so many?
After meditating on it, however, it makes total sense to me. People with singular obsessions continue down the line of their choosing, burning that candle as bright as they can, eyes unwavering from the flickering flame. Because they enjoy it so much, it's hard to see anything else, and their encyclopedic memories of their specified interests stride the border between mastery and madness.
I, on the other hand, have no such laser-guided focus. Much the opposite, I can barely keep my attention on one thing at any time. Something as long as a movie is too laborious to sit through most often, because I have no opportunity to contribute. My memory is a lacquered bar counter, things sliding speedily where they need to go and crashing to the floor if the necessary recipient of relevance wasn't there at the time.
But as a result, I also bring the perspective of variance to everything I get involved in. I see that focused boy and his spinning top, and I muse out loud that, hey, there might be a new and interesting way for the top to spin- maybe upside down. Surprised, he tries it, loves it, and latches onto me happily to see what other wonders of top physics I can uncover with my capricious flights of fancy. Sadly, I'll probably not even think about the top again for another several weeks, but he's willing to wait- usually. Multiply this encounter by the hundreds, and this has essentially become my life: a roulette wheel of random things I hope to inject something new into, with a random assortment of people who're going to be entertained that particular time.
Given this understanding, it makes all the sense in the world now. I'm essentially a mirror that reflects others' interests and magnifies or distorts them. I can't complain, they've been very good to me when passion hasn't trundled all over decency. Keep on rocking.
5 years, 1 month ago
31 Aug 2013 03:33 CEST