Do people with ADHD have passion? Does it drive us at higher rates of speed? Is that what makes those of us who are hyper so very, very, very hyper indeed?
I say yes. And I say so even though I can’t prove it clinically. I say that every time I screw something up, passion likely had something to do with it. And every time I do the opposite, come up with the win, save the day, stop the train before it reaches the heroine tied to the tracks, it was passion that was my super power.
Okay yes, that was a little melodramatic … but was passionate, right?
Passion helps screw things up?
Yes. Yes it does. When I make a mess of things, I’m not passionate about making a mess of things, but I’m probably passionate about some obscure aspect of what I’m doing and that leaves me open to making mistakes in other parts of my task.
And if I’m telling the whole truth here, I may be passionate about something and it may be distracting me, but it might have nothing to do with the current task whatsoever.
How do I cope with this?
Ah, good question. I try to become passionate about things that are important or that could have an important impact on my life, my world, my fellow humans.
For instance, I try to be passionate about my driving, passionate about being attentive and priding myself on following all the rules. I tell myself that the best drivers aren’t the ones that can go like hell, not get caught and never have an accident … until they do. I tell myself the best drivers are those who can stay within the speed limit even when they’re on an open road with no one in sight. The people who can turn into the correct lane and then change lanes are my heroes. The ones who come to a complete stop, them too. And I’m one of them.
So what’s this “having an accent” stuff?
Well, when I’m talking, my passion often comes out in my words. And sometimes my mind is in three or four different points in the conversation. This means that there is a chance that I’ll say something that I should have kept to myself until the others in the conversation got to the point I was already at.
And sometimes my passion has me believing things that some people haven’t really had the opportunity to accept. Worse yet, it has come to my attention that some people can actually read the same things I read, hear the same interviews, study the same research, and ask the same questions, but not come to the same conclusion as I come to.
That means that sometimes those people and I are coming from two different worlds, and although we might be speaking the same language, we clearly have two different accents.
Sometimes it’s a clear cut case of, I say “tomato” … and they all scream “Ohmygawd, he’s gonna throw that tomato at us!!! Duck!”