^Do you act out or act in yourself?
i have a public persona that is witty, kind and i suspect engaging. at home - erm. i was about to say that i act out but pk yells at me all the time for not being expressive so i suspect i act in at home as well. sometimes i just don't realize that i am supposed to be acting out.
do wicked things count? sometimes i do wicked things out there, rarely at home tho because i have an autistic partner - the critical moment is often lost that way.
I don't know if you are supposed to be acting out at certain times. I would say that there are times when it is not appropriate, as I suspect Callaway's daughter is learning.
I don't know what you mean by wicked things, could you give an example?
things like being horribly nice to someone who has been or is being a jerk. you would not believe how irritated they get. they also get furious if i innocently
completely ignore them.
once a store employee was following me around in a store. i turned around and asked her to be a little more quiet if she was going to follow me. she said in a very loud voice that she was not following me and proceeded to slam clothes around on the racks, but in such a disorganized fashion that it was clear she had been following me.
i get followed in stores regularly (must be the hawaiian shirts) and one of my favorite things to do is lead the person all around the store including turning back and walking towards them. sometimes when i do that they start doing something with the shelves - then i walk around to the next aisle, go down it, and come up behind them and look over their shoulder.
another favorite is to ask them if they need any help.
in staples (office supplies - my favorite!) they generally have different people come up and ask me for help - the record is six times in one store visit. now i just tell the second one that they can help by telling all the others that i don't need any help.
shrug. the things i fantasize about doing are a lot more wicked - like when i am in a wheelchair, for people who cut in front of me or walk in front of me and then just stop moving, having a wheelchair with a razor edged bumper. oops, cut off your leg, ah, sorry....