I can spend hours – literal hours – staring into space, imagining myself in quite a variety of very dramatic scenes.
Scenes where I’m usually taking the high ground and where I practically stand on tables giving long and very inspiring speeches. (Yes, they are very inspiring. Sometimes my imaginary self even makes my real self cry.)
Usually, I do this as part of my related but slightly different problem called the “what if” obsession, where I can easily imagine aaaaaall the possible ways things could turn out and usually most of them are not easy. But I do the right thing and convince everyone else to do the right thing too and by the end everything is perfect and I’m awesome and nothing bad or sad or disappointing ever happens because I can fix it with my stirring paeans to morality.
I think I just realized that this is how I cope with scary things.