Sex & Shenanigans

My imagination is lacking, I think.
Might have something to do with my extremely limited ability to form brain pictures.

But to clarify- are you saying that your ebone memory doesn’t include the phone? Like, you have the memory of the shared fantasy vs the memory of the reality?
Not Monkey --at least I don't remember being Monkey-- but I have a very vivid imagination, intensely so. And not just visually, but pretty sensory rich, so auditory, taste, smell, tactile, emotional , all across the board. Which is what makes my writing, regardless of the venue, pretty descriptive. My tag used to be "detail focused," before I became so shy and reserved. And in the moment I can lose myself in the moment, experientially. It can get that vivid.

However, the knowledge that it isn't real is always there, otherwise you are entering psychotic break territory. And memory is plastic, and can be changed, but I don't think it is that plastic.
 
We literally can’t, they ignore tons of inputs and also happen to fill in the blanks when the information coming in is incomplete or doesn’t make sense. It actually kind of freaks me out when I think about (beyond the question we’ve all asked when under some kind of influence “how do I know my blue looks the same as your blue”?)
I personally believe I may have been replaced by a simple script. Possibly a very buggy one.
 
I go nuts with no time by myself. As extroverted as I am, I need my own time alone just to recharge & focus. Having littlesxaround was hard for me. However, hubby working from home 90% of the time now is equally as suffocating
This is what saved me after the divorce. My ex works from home as a college professor, so she was always there. And demanding I "do something, not just sit there " Ended up locking myself in the bathroom just to get a moment of peace to read.

Now I have my kid as a part-time roommate. People are like "aren't you lonely?" Oh no, right now I am in heaven.
 
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