During the past few months I have begun to truly embrace who I am. More on who that is in a moment - first how this all happened. No, it is not a mid-life crisis (I am 38). No, it was not a religious experience (that was in 1990 and has never faded). I have been in a phase of deep self-reflection since the time I was formally diagnosed with Attention Deficit Disorder.
I never truly realized how deeply this illness has effected my life. There is the obvious effects on my school experience and the like, but the effect on my ability to embrace my true self has been much more subtle. It has a lot to do with negative self-perception. A good example of the dynamic is my post below on comic books. I took my love of comics as intellectual laziness when in fact it was the best way for my brain to be active without being overloaded. Other examples of this dynamic include my approach to everything from music to fashion to gaming - heck just about everything.
You see, I thought I was flawed and that must mean that the things that I make a part of my life must also be flawed. I told myself that I should strive to be more “normal”. Here’s the thing. As hard as I tried to be normal I could not deny who I was. Oh, I tried. So I would swing in and out of interests and hobbies. I would try to be like normal people only to ditch the attempt later.
I was watching an awesome episode of Futurama “Mechanical House” where Fry rooms at Mars University with a hyper-intelligent monkey named Guenther. Towards the end of the episode Guenther is in the middle of an exam and he keep looking out into the wild foliage at the edge of the campus. In a banana induced moment of weakness he throws of his little hat (the source of his hyper-intelligence) and scampers of into the wild. In the end he figures out that all he wants to be is a monkey of average intelligence.
That’s all I want to be too. Well … errr … figuratively of course. My “hat” is the pressure to be “normal” that I place on myself as a result of a negative self-image.
No more. I do not want to fling off my hat and run into the wild. I just want to follow my passions. Be my true self.
I will be a Bahá’à and not worry that others do not get it.
I will read comics in public and not care what others think.
I will listen to the music I love regardless what others might think when they hear it.
I will embrace my eccentricity.
I will not ascribe negative attributes to those parts of me that fall outside the norm.
I will not be obnoxious about being me.
I will not make a scene.
I will be me … without apology.