Humpty Dumpty.
Jack and the Beanstalk.
Greek Mythology.
Alien vs. Predator.
Aston Villa.
Muhammad Ali.
Graphic Design.
My life has been a series of obsessions.
I have grown up being obsessed with something.
It’s a very visible condition of my autism.
From a niche fairytale.
To a whole subject.
My obsessions have evolved, matured.
Until eventually I fell upon my career.
After sealing my first job at AMVBBDO, I just couldn’t switch-off.
My obsession for creative advertising wouldn’t allow it.
I would just become frustrated and miserable.
Instead I decided to practice.
Everyday, in my spare time I would write a book a day.
Before, and after work my train journeys became idea journeys.
Writing strategy, after strategy.
Selecting random brands, setting myself briefs.
I had good books, and bad books.
But that didn’t stop me from challenging myself in my craft.
It kept me sane, and that made people scratch their heads.
“Why would you take up your spare time doing advertising?”
“You could be watching a documentary, reading a book, visiting a gallery.”
The simple answer is love.
I just loved advertising too much.
There was no real point to the ideas I wrote down.
It’s just that I enjoyed writing them.
That concise line, 6-7 words long, housing a benefit/insight.
Cracking briefs with ideas was euphoria to me.
And when it happened, it simply made my day.
It was the tipping point from being happy, to being grumpy.
You could say my obsession was a comfort blanket.
To know about it, to be good at it made me feel good.
It made me vocal, and gave me confidence.
It’s what all these obsessions were, places to get me out of my shell.
Until eventually, I found the one where I could make a living.
Having an obsession is a blessing for people with autism.
I did finish writing a book a day.
After 50 straight days, I wrote down 901 ideas.