What’s your position in your imaginary world? What do you see yourself as? As a person that you want to be or as a perfect version of your current self? Or do you not imagine yourself as yourself at all? In some other form? Not as a human but rather some sort of an idea?
Are you always on the top in your imaginations or do you imagine yourself to be not the most important person?
In my imagination I see myself as someone completely unbothered by all the bullshit the world and people in it want to throw at me. Unconcerned by everything. In contrast to what I’m like in real life.
Actually witty and funny. And not socially awkward and weird. Which is totally what I’m like in real life because why would I imagine myself as something I’m not.
I’ve almost never imagined myself as myself. Usually as a character from whatever I’m hyperfixated on at the moment. Ex if I picture a scenario in my head I see myself as Alucard the vampire or something.
My brain has coalesced around this fantasy version of who I was when I was 25.
I’m in my 30s now but when I imagine myself that’s who I picture. And funny enough that person wasn’t even who I was at that age. I was way insecure about so many of the things I now think back on fondly. Getting older is a funny thing.
Changes constantly.
So is this like talking about the zone out daydream stuff? Cause if so, I simply don’t exist. I pick one of the stories I’ve made and work on them instead. Or replay some of my favorite scenes.
If this is about the mental image of myself, it’s either a formless stream of consciousness, or when I’m berating myself I almost acknowledge it as a different person
Father. Husband. Son Brother. Uncle. Artist. Wrangler of hardware. Defeater of steel. Bastion against oppression and corporate greed. Etc etc etc etc etc
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Given my mystic/esoteric follies, and my general flare for the dramatic, I tend to blend my mind’s eye form with what I try to appear as in astral: Usually some variant of myself, usually differently shaped, preferably with wings or horns, or both.
I don’t care for my looks from the neck down, despite my husband’s constant insistence that I’m beauty incarnate.
I consider myself the ruling entity of my Mind Palace, with the occasional spirit or other entity sometimes taking precedence. I’ve never thought of myself as important, most likely due to my being raised Evangelical, but I’m finding more and more people think of me that way, much to my utter discomfort and confusion.
