It’s genuinely impossible. Ever since I knew myself I have been doing it. I also need to be walking or pacing while doing it and it used to drive my mom insane, even said I looked like a mentally challenged kid to get me to stop it.
But I can’t stop. You can put me in a padded room with a random, useless object and I will circle that room for hours and hours while occationaly smiling or laughing to myself for no reason.
And I love it. It could be total fiction or an imagining of some artwork that I would love to create; Whether it be art, music or writing. It could be a grandiose life where I have accomplished the things I dreamt of achieving or it could simply be having an affectionate partner by my side. Whatever it is, it brings me comfort as if it was real. And I will keep doing it.
i can’t relate i’m too malebrained when i daydream i imagine getting superpowers and then taking the boat on over to my country’s capital and become the shadow puppet holding the strings… and then do shit like be my own one-woman intimidation force like palantir… then i raise the wages and evenutally bring forth a socalist utopia where nobody has to starve or die to preventable causes