Papi, another fun thing to ask people is "What does the inside of your mind look like?" Or, if you like, "your mind's eye." I asked my whole class once and it was riveting. The class clown sees himself sitting at a desk filing papers. My friend Jen has a whole Library of Congress. Nick walks around catwalks in a city full of neon lights at night. Julie is in a small white room, where the act of her thinking is represented by her flying out the window. Me, I am in a cave with an oculus at the top, and the mini-me on the floor of the cave can do backflips and stuff. Every now and then you'll meet someone with aphantasia, who cannot or can barely picture anything in their mind's eye. (I'm now dating two such people!) It's always fascinating.
subscribed finally and just read this and almost lost it shaking and chuckling at my desk in a shared office eating my lil salad, trying not to disturb my lovely office
Papi, another fun thing to ask people is "What does the inside of your mind look like?" Or, if you like, "your mind's eye." I asked my whole class once and it was riveting. The class clown sees himself sitting at a desk filing papers. My friend Jen has a whole Library of Congress. Nick walks around catwalks in a city full of neon lights at night. Julie is in a small white room, where the act of her thinking is represented by her flying out the window. Me, I am in a cave with an oculus at the top, and the mini-me on the floor of the cave can do backflips and stuff. Every now and then you'll meet someone with aphantasia, who cannot or can barely picture anything in their mind's eye. (I'm now dating two such people!) It's always fascinating.
subscribed finally and just read this and almost lost it shaking and chuckling at my desk in a shared office eating my lil salad, trying not to disturb my lovely office
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I'm trying to get off Twitter, but you're so cruel, making me laugh on it lately, when the world is a cesspool of grim. Thanks, Abuela.