I started having this dilemma back in 1995. The onset of relative mental and emotional stability that came with the introduction of medications that worked, and that I could tolerate, also brought on a tendency to obsess on what all I experienced when I was sick for so long. I used to pick upcoming dates as the day when I would hope that I would have answers to all of that, and that the upcoming date would deliver me from my luckless, loveless, boring everyday existence and propel me into dizzying heights of fame, fortune, and acceptance. From time to time I still can find myself doing this obsession on an upcoming date, but I've built up my real life in ways that give me genuine happiness and fulfillment, and that helps.
Quitting the cigarettes, and drugs, and alcohol, and the uptick in more constructive activities, have helped with this waiting around to become world famous dilemma. The only real changes to my day to day existence, other than circumstances such as the medicines I take, my age, friends and family issues, and employment, have been these lifestyle changes. So, I may not have become an a-list celebrity because of the Legend of Richy Vegas, and that may never happen, but I have a day to day existence that I find more sustainable. Out went the bad habits, and instead I work on music and art on an almost daily basis.
Another change I've made concerns the way I've pretty much stopped pursuing unavailable women. I really try to identify the women in my world in terms of whether I think they have any potential for further involvement with me on a social level. For the most part, I find myself letting go of any notions of any of that. From time to time I try to talk to women whom I think may have potential, usually when I'm out in the clubs with friends, but so far no luck.
Unlike a radioactive substance, however, these grandiose notions can take on a new life, i.e. become recharged, like a battery, and I find myself having to deal with them all over again. I guess that happened in the Summer of 2016, and continued on to the Invisible Woman in 2017. I really glad that the real person whom this chimera, look it up, this chimera of the Invisible Woman came from might not even know that I exist. I don't mention her name on this web site, and my posts on her social media accounts are few in number and pretty innocuous. At the end of the day, I don't really care whether the Invisible Woman had any basis in reality, but instead I care more that the artifacts of my struggles; the posts to her social media accounts, these blog posts, and the songs about Fuckface and whatnot, may not even come back to bite me in the ass one day.