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Ohh you visualize them? So, is a red and e yellow? And what would be the most colourful music? :eager:
And it's not that I don't mix them, it's that they must be uniform. Like, when I take a bite, either it's part of only one group, or it's a bit of each group (yep, I can fit rice, salad and a piece of meat in the same fork :cool:) and if I mix food, like when a group just cannot stay in it's assigned place like minestrome or meats served with sauce, I make it sure it is an uniform mix (I always mix minestrome with the rice before eating :ninja:) I could eat more messy, but I prefer the food to be that separated. I don't know, I guess I get an unconscious feeling I'd taste every ingredient in it's purer form that way, instead of having every flavour mixed and/or lost. Or maybe I just get the urge to play with the food, lol. And milk with garlic isn't eww! I thought so too at first, but then I tried and... it wasn't that bad. It was more of a strange taste than an bad one :drool: -- AND THE EXAM WAS HORRIBLE. Half I did and half I guessed. Let's hope I had luck with guessing... :sweat: |
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Dude I think I have the same thing. I always give numbers and letters a color in my head, And music plays little movies. I thought that was just me. lol.
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In my case time is a set of concentric circles sort of. The year is the biggest, and it rolls along on a kind of train, which is my whole life. inside the year is one for the month, and the day is basically a clock in my head. I'm obsessed with what time it is, and have like three calenders. XD it's weird.
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My mind is cursed to be chronogically and geographically lost forever. Srsly. I have trouble, greeeeat trouble trying to remember what year something happened, or things like what I had for dinner last night. And I cannot walk the street alone because my mind is too straight to bend around the corners :sweat: In fact, I was walking with a teacher to find some coffee place, and he guided me along 6 blocks, and as we saw the coffee shop being cleaned and getting ready to open an hour after, I said "We're like 8 blocks away from school?" and he said "Uhh, actually, we walked an U and we're just 2 blocks away" 8D;;
Imagine the trouble I have studying two-aspect tables. I have to transform it into one line, and make use of my kinetic memory. Like, the atomic codes of mineral acids of the 3rd family, I had to play it with my fingers, and it became this: 111-112-113-114-423-425-427-429-312-313-314-315 (not the best of songs, but then again it's chemistry, lol). Sooo... yep. Lots of struggle with trigonometry and geometry. --- Ohh I imagine stories following the music too :eager: Sometimes instrumentation will tell something slightly different though, so it tends to confuse me... :drool: |
lol. We have strange brains. :) It's kinda awesome that way though. Normal is so boring.
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Yeah, 'crazy' people are much more fun indeed. All of my friends are 'crazy' to a degree, and I get multiple flavours of alternative, counter-culture, kink-friendly, and mentally diagnosed up the wazoo among my friends.
I think I unnerve/scare the mundanes a bit too much. |
Normal people don't usually like me. I'm odd, and opinionated. It makes them worry. lol. :)
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Today I noticed I couldn't write after I had a laugh with my school mates. Well, it's something I usually do not pay attention to, but it's kinda annoying, not being able to hold the pencil after laughing out loud. And it only happens with the hand I write with. Meh. Luckily the strange feeling goes away after a couple of minutes.
Maybe I should tell my parents or something... who knows what might be happening there :ninja: |
Laughter is supposedly one of the best medicines in the world; it is strange that it would actually cause you a problem with your motor skills.
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It does for a lot of people though. It makes your muscles relax, which can be a problem if you're trying to do something with them. I would still tell your doctor though. could be something weird. You never know.
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Haha, maybe, it's like, I'm holding the pencil and the pencil is on the notebook, but I can't move it, and if I try hard (before the couple of minutes pass) it starts trembling 8D;; It wouldn't be such a problem if I didn't have very funny classmates :sweat:
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There are certain neurological disorders which cause paralysis, when one feels intense emotion. This could be something like that.
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Really? Such a strange world, hehe, and we such strange earthlings :P
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The term Earthling is somewhat derogatory. I prefer Taran. Tara being earth. It sounds more dignified. :)
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Tara? What language? :drool:
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I was going to to say that Earthling was somewhat... unfitting as well, as I feel that we are from a higher plane and are just down here for a limited amount of time before we return... but that's from a more spiritual point of view.
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That would actually fit with several theological standpoints including my own. We are told we are in this world but not of it. In my opinion life is like traveling through a sewer in a glass bottomed boat. I'm inn this crap, but I'm clearly above it. lol. :)
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Lol, nice analogy, sarofset :XD Clearly gets the point through~
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Indeed. Hence I use it a lot.
My lady is having family troubles right now, and it's got this pit of worry going in my stomach. Her brother is being an ass, and the mother is being all depressed about it, and neither of the parents want to do what they really need to to help him. Ugh!! And the mother hit the brother today, which is making things even worse. |
Wow, that sucks :| Sometimes I think parents these days don't know how to be parents anymore...
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I believe the skill of proper parenting is something on the way to extinction. Hell, how many of us have been through at least one divorce? Those kinds of things turn what is supposed to be 'stable' (the idea of 'home' and 'a family') into a big chaotic mess that leads to all sorts of feelings of invalidation and whatnot.
No wonder I get irked at things as petty as gender stereotypes when, as a young child my father left my mother (and myself) promising he would 'lie cheat and steal' to come back to us. Recently my father jumped in front of a high speed commuter rail, attempting to leave this world (and me) in suicide. That's unrattling me all around. If people have petty things to say about the way I dress, act, or the things I choose to do... it just boggles my mind. |
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