I always assume that my brain is structured in a way that at least 5% of people could relate to my general thought processes, but it turns out that some of my experiences of being a human are really just a “me” thing. I’ve often told myself that I’m just like everyone else, and that all of my personality traits are explainable by a mishmash of stereotypes and systemic influences. But I guess there’s more to it than that, and I’ve been selling myself a bit short.

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    19 hours ago

    Imagine the following: you see a room with a table and a chair in the middle. On top of the table there is a ball. A kid comes into the room, climbs the chair and tries to grab the ball that sits on the table. Did you finish imagining? I want you to answer for yourself now what was the color of the hair of the kid? What about of what he was wearing? Did you imagine these kind of details or you just imagined some concepts?

    In my case I did see all the details and many more. My imagination is like a movie. I can imagine my future house with a lot of details inside. I can build it and rebuild it in my mind. Some people have problems to do that.

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      The table is just the normal wood color, the room is just a random room in an office, the ball is just grayscale because I haven’t decided a color, the kid is just one of those random kids in the neighborhood that screams all day when they are playing around tag or whatever (seriously, why do kids do that, chill the fuck out), every day whenever they aren’t in school, ugh, kids are so annoying.

      But there practically no details to imaginations, just a random reconstructions from a blur of memories from things I remember, kinda like an AI image generator.

      (Oh wait, what if… what if we are just AI that’s inserted in a meat-suit? 🤔)

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        the kid is just one of those random kids in the neighborhood that screams all day when they are playing around tag or whatever (seriously, why do kids do that, chill the fuck out)

        Turns out, they do this when they feel safe, and empowered to act out in a constructive way. I’ve changed my view to appreciate and embrace the screaming now 😅

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      17 hours ago

      What did the ball smell like? That smelly rubber smell? What did the chair and table feel like? Could you feel the texture of the wood and the coolness? How did it feel to walk and move, like when you had your child body?

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          5 hours ago

          No, I imagined I was the person watching the child, who was imagining that they were the child.

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            5 hours ago

            Wicked. Like when you dream you woke up from a sleep. That happend to me twice in a loop.