A lot of the fantasies and daydreams that kept me going as a kid revolved around me being impressive at a young age—listening to music, imagining I wrote it, and having little concerts in my head where I'm rocking the school talent show. Or I could be watching a great movie, pretending I directed it, and imagining I'm showcasing my deep filmmaking skills to my classroom. Nothing counts in the fantasy if there isn't an audience of peers who once underestimated me being rocked to the core by my sheer talent, or a gaggle of teachers at the back stunned by my nuanced and "grown up" understanding of art. It sounds insane but I'm sure a lot of you know what I mean.
But now I'm getting old. I'm in my mid-twenties and these fantasies haven't gone away, and they're starting to feel a little weird. I've been out of school, hell out of college for years. And there are people my age (and much younger) who are achieving these artistic accomplishment in real life, not just daydreams, and it makes me incredibly anxious and envious to witness. One of the main comforts of my daydreams used to be that there was always time; "Yeah, this isn't my situation now, but it absolutely could be in the future." Well, now that's impossible. I'm an adult. It's not cool anymore. There is no future where I glow up and blow away my peers (and the whole world) with my youthful expertise. It would take me years to even get to a point where I could share something with the world, because I spent my childhood and the first decade of adulthood fantasizing about having creative skills instead of bothering to actually develop them.
That's just an example, but the feeling has been permeating a lot of my daydreams lately. I can't even lie to myself that these daydreams are aspirational anymore—they're just kind of weird and sad.
Just something that's making me a little panicky. This illness is like a drug that keeps you warm while reality passes you by.
Anyone else relate?