APD Part XIII––Fantasies
Now that I’ve shared some of my history, and finally figuring out what my problem was, I’m going to shine a microscope on some of the symptoms, especially the ones I recognized in myself. We all fantasize, but those with rejection may seem to daydream more. Click to Tweet #amwriting #rejection #APD
We’re given great imaginations because we are made in the image of God, the Ultimate Imaginer and Creator. Humans are still thinking up useful and creative gadgets and inventions to help our quality of life.
When you’re a small child, your imagination runs wild and you play Cowboys and Indians, and all sorts of things. I did. My friends and I played westerns. I had a nice sized blackboard, and drew (I’m not an artist, but it looked OK), the shelves of a saloon with different liquor bottles on it. We had a little cash register, and some play money. It was fun.
I was shy as a child, so when I wasn’t in school, particularly in the summer, I would spend hours downstairs in the basement “playing.” I played “teacher” since my brother had brought home some old textbooks from elementary school. I pretended to be all sorts of different people, yet I never lost my grip on reality. But it was an “escape” for me.
As an older teenager and adult, I began to act out less, and just let the scenes go through my mind. Hmmmm. I wonder if that wasn’t part of my writer’s training.
My one weakness was watching hours of television. Because of my sensitive skin, I couldn’t go to the pool like everyone else did and stay the day. I’d have been sunburned to a crisp. So that became a natural division between me and schoolmates. And we didn’t have SPF factors in Coppertone back then. So, if I was forced by circumstances to be outside all day, it was T-shirt over the swimsuit, a large straw hat, a towel or blanket over my legs and feet. To protect me. It was bothersome, so generally, I stayed inside. At night, I wish could have stayed out longer, but when the sun went down, the mosquitos came out. And they loved me. Each bite looked like a boil, because I was slightly allergic to them. Oh well.
I used fantasy to escape the separation I experienced especially in the summer from friends. Creative imaginative fantasy has given us some of the best stories. Think Peter Pan, The Wizard of Oz, and The Chronicles of Narnia. Just remember God gave you that wonderful imagination. Click to Tweet #amwriting #rejection #APD