I bet you're wondering... What am I passionate about? Well, it's like this: it depends on the moment.
I have ADHD. So, I'm not really kidding about that "depends on the moment" stuff. I could be really into a podcast I'm listening to about the insane lives of comedians when I suddenly get an idea about a new bizarre hairdo I could show off. Then I'm really delving into the how's of the cut and the possibilities of bleaching and dying. Its really going to be a sensation! The guys at work will shake their heads in disbelief and Trish (my poor, loving wife) will not want to be seen in public with me. My kids might cry (it's happened). Which will lead me into writing about it in my next blog, likely taking up an ungodly amount of my waking hours at 1:30am. Then, out of the blue, I'll realize that I've been slacking on my Battle Dice game development (it's a dice game that I'm developing). That will take me single-mindedly into 2:30-3:00am. That's when it Dawn's on me that my 8 yr old adoring daddy's boy will likely be waking me up at the ass-crack of dawn in 3 hours to play Minecraft with him. And I will play with him. For probably 2 hours, or until he drives me crazy, whichever comes first.
All of these things I will do to the exclusion of everything else in the world around me in the moment. Hyper focused and oblivious of my surroundings, I'll put my all into each and every one of these activities. The real world is still moving along in the time space continuum, but I am frozen in time carbonite. Oh Chewie, thank you for saving me, buddy! Where is everyone?
But if you ask me what I'm passionate about in life, what drives me, what is my spirited enthusiasm all for? The answer would also be: Beats me... No idea! I don't really get excited about too much. I'm actually quite uncomfortable with strong emotions. Trish says that my facial expressions are quite, well, expressionless. I have very little affect, making it hard to tell if I'm even aware of what's going on in front of me. I got me a great poker face! Which actually does lend to my oftentimes very dry sense of humor.
So how am I passionate about so much and so little, all at the same time? Well, it takes a very complicated man to pull that off. And I can do it with my eyes closed and my hands tied behind my back.
So, I hope I've answered your question. Truth is, I confuse the hell out of myself. I don't make much sense to me, either! Therapy is helping a little. But that's a pretty slow process. Thank you for your concern though.
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