I become obsessed with people, sometimes. This obsession is not always sexual, but it can be. It happens after I’ve done research into who a person is and they meet a list of criteria. The criteria are at least one out of: 1) Having things in common with myself that I am either proud of or am cultivating self-compassion for, 2) Embodying a deeply-held abstract principle or belief in my mind, 3) Personifying a group to which I feel a sense of meaningful allegiance and want to be accepted by, such as True American or Real Professional Writer or Non-Poseur Artist. It doesn’t require reciprocation but it never involves a willingness to self sacrifice and I never lose sight of the flaws of my obsession. If they don’t reciprocate it doesn’t bother me as long as there isn’t complete rejection. I get weirdly fixated in the same way I fixate on my other aspergers special-interests. The trouble begins when it is reciprocated though.
I get a buyer’s high and it never fades. I get possessive. The possibility of my obsession not being available one day is worse than not having it at all. It’s a selfish thing. I have my shiny object and it causes this huge dopamine rush that lasts forever as long as my shiny object is at hand. This rush doesn’t happen until/unless I have permanently “claimed” whoever I’m obsessing over.
It’s the same feeling I had about new toys, as a kid. I never got bored of them. When I got them for my birthday, the chemical reaction in my brain caused permanent changes in my emotional patterns.
If the objects of obsession do something to hurt me or betray what they represent to me somehow, my obsessive interest switches off like a light and it’s like it never mattered.
But once I get that dopamine rush, I become capable of doing the unthinkable without hesitation. The object itself almost doesn’t matter beyond what it means/does to me. Example: I have a car! I have a gecko! I have a new jacket! I have a dremel! Therefore I am one step closer to invincible and can do whatever I want with said things, yay extensions of my greatness that are mine and you can’t borrow them because Me. I drive fast in my car and saw things with my dremel for fun because I can, and as long as car is in my garage and dremel is in my toolbox where I left them, I feel like I own the world. Gecko does not demand anything of me that it greatly inconveniences me to provide, just a clean tank and crickets. I can provide it grudgingly and gecko slurps them up without a care. Cars don’t care if I curse and grumble while changing their oil, as long as I do, the car goes.
It’s like I’ve permanently augmented myself, once the unfamiliarity/insufficient knowledge/risk of not being able to gain and keep the thing is out of the way. It never gets old.
But when it comes to people, it seems they resent being possessed and kept available at all times, and get emotionally hurt by my refusal to inconvenience myself for inconvenience’s sake. People seem hurt by it whenever I don’t manage to hide my obsessions, or they take it the wrong way and think it’s about them rather than me (and end up hurt when I don’t compromise or inconvenience myself for them), or disturbed by the intensity or offended by the way I use it as a means to create mania and invincibility in myself, rather than looking after them.
It feels good, for me, assuming I can acquire and be sure that I keep the means of this high. It makes me happy and life is better with it. But it seems to make people see me as evil and reject me, if they find out how I react.
Is it evil? How do I go about being honest and possibly attaining this through people without hurting them or making them hate me? What am I doing wrong? I try to be clear about boundaries and back off if someone would not be a worthwhile acquisition due to various incompatibilities, but they still tend to act insulted and disgusted, like they’ve just discovered I’m a monster. I mean it really genuinely seems to do emotional harm to them, if they find out I had the slightest interest in keeping them in my home and watching their every movement because they remind me of me, or are the Ideal Man of a political party. Why is that insulting? I mean they don’t have to be perfect, ideals can be imperfect. It doesn’t have to be sexual either so it’s not placing a whole bunch of expectations in that regard either. I am confused by this and feel like there’s something wrong with the way I react. Do I have to give up this source of dopamine high in order to avoid being an evil person? It doesn’t work if there’s the possibility that the obsessed-over could leave me, but if they insist on the ability to leave I can turn the obsession off and prefer to do so.
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Ok so I know what I experience is not romantic attraction, but I do experience a form of manic attraction, as described here: https://www.psywww.com/intropsych/ch16-sfl/six-types-of-love.html
I become obsessed with people, sometimes. This obsession is not always sexual, but it can be. It happens after I’ve done research into who a person is and they meet a list of criteria. The criteria are at least one out of: 1) Having things in common with myself that I am either proud of or am cultivating self-compassion for, 2) Embodying a deeply-held abstract principle or belief in my mind, 3) Personifying a group to which I feel a sense of meaningful allegiance and want to be accepted by, such as True American or Real Professional Writer or Non-Poseur Artist. It doesn’t require reciprocation but it never involves a willingness to self sacrifice and I never lose sight of the flaws of my obsession. If they don’t reciprocate it doesn’t bother me as long as there isn’t complete rejection. I get weirdly fixated in the same way I fixate on my other aspergers special-interests. The trouble begins when it is reciprocated though.
I get a buyer’s high and it never fades. I get possessive. The possibility of my obsession not being available one day is worse than not having it at all. It’s a selfish thing. I have my shiny object and it causes this huge dopamine rush that lasts forever as long as my shiny object is at hand. This rush doesn’t happen until/unless I have permanently “claimed” whoever I’m obsessing over.
It’s the same feeling I had about new toys, as a kid. I never got bored of them. When I got them for my birthday, the chemical reaction in my brain caused permanent changes in my emotional patterns.
If the objects of obsession do something to hurt me or betray what they represent to me somehow, my obsessive interest switches off like a light and it’s like it never mattered.
But once I get that dopamine rush, I become capable of doing the unthinkable without hesitation. The object itself almost doesn’t matter beyond what it means/does to me. Example: I have a car! I have a gecko! I have a new jacket! I have a dremel! Therefore I am one step closer to invincible and can do whatever I want with said things, yay extensions of my greatness that are mine and you can’t borrow them because Me. I drive fast in my car and saw things with my dremel for fun because I can, and as long as car is in my garage and dremel is in my toolbox where I left them, I feel like I own the world. Gecko does not demand anything of me that it greatly inconveniences me to provide, just a clean tank and crickets. I can provide it grudgingly and gecko slurps them up without a care. Cars don’t care if I curse and grumble while changing their oil, as long as I do, the car goes.
It’s like I’ve permanently augmented myself, once the unfamiliarity/insufficient knowledge/risk of not being able to gain and keep the thing is out of the way. It never gets old.
But when it comes to people, it seems they resent being possessed and kept available at all times, and get emotionally hurt by my refusal to inconvenience myself for inconvenience’s sake. People seem hurt by it whenever I don’t manage to hide my obsessions, or they take it the wrong way and think it’s about them rather than me (and end up hurt when I don’t compromise or inconvenience myself for them), or disturbed by the intensity or offended by the way I use it as a means to create mania and invincibility in myself, rather than looking after them.
It feels good, for me, assuming I can acquire and be sure that I keep the means of this high. It makes me happy and life is better with it. But it seems to make people see me as evil and reject me, if they find out how I react.
Is it evil? How do I go about being honest and possibly attaining this through people without hurting them or making them hate me? What am I doing wrong? I try to be clear about boundaries and back off if someone would not be a worthwhile acquisition due to various incompatibilities, but they still tend to act insulted and disgusted, like they’ve just discovered I’m a monster. I mean it really genuinely seems to do emotional harm to them, if they find out I had the slightest interest in keeping them in my home and watching their every movement because they remind me of me, or are the Ideal Man of a political party. Why is that insulting? I mean they don’t have to be perfect, ideals can be imperfect. It doesn’t have to be sexual either so it’s not placing a whole bunch of expectations in that regard either. I am confused by this and feel like there’s something wrong with the way I react. Do I have to give up this source of dopamine high in order to avoid being an evil person? It doesn’t work if there’s the possibility that the obsessed-over could leave me, but if they insist on the ability to leave I can turn the obsession off and prefer to do so.
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