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.
When I was a kid, I had this weird though process of the idea of “souls”, but then like if my “soul” is made of similar “essense” as other people’s “souls”, then whats the diffence between “me” and other people who also have this concept of “me”. Like, are we all part of this one giant entity from which all “souls” derive from? Or do our souls just spontsneously exist without any origin/source. And why am I this souls, but not the other souls?
Okay I probably make zero sense, right? Yea, I never really talked to anyone about this. Existence makes no fucking sense. Why am I experiencing existence through this body, but not another body?
Maybe The Egg is the secret to the universe that
weI haven’t realized yet.Like, are we all part of this one giant entity from which all “souls” derive from?
Evangelion will either make sense to you or give you an existential crisis. Or both.
Soul is the presence of consciousness.
Consciousness is perceived by the brain.
Brain needs a body to work.
For me it’s the opposite: I’m always shocked when broadly different people end up aligning on certain similar traits along multiple axes. Like conlanging and Linux or trans girls and communism.
I can’t get over the fact that due to how thoughts work in our brain, we can’t even be certain that when we are looking at something that is red, we are seeing the same color. How our mind interprets the shared data we get from external stimuli isn’t necessarily shared itself. And we can’t really describe color in any way other than with feelings, or the hard data of physics and wavelengths and how light interacts with the eyes (again, tho, not how the mind interprets that data). There isn’t even a word for what I am talking about other than “color.”
It’s always a perception. Our brain can’t comprehend reality.
There is a word in philosophy of mind—the qualia of redness.
At some point in my life my color perception changed completely, which caused a minor crisis of wanting to paint instead of coding. (Still kinda unresolved 🫨) Suddenly colours gained some kind of 3d depth and feel.
Unfortunately lemmy is drab 😩 even with various apps they are too monochrome
If I could I would color my text for each paragraph or use some kind of css hacks
But nooo you all love the boring drabness for 10% better readability
Partial solution: make my own ios app with my degrading coding skills. No.
Fork lemmy for colordivergents. double no.
The opposite extreme is also true and something I have faced, where people can even be mistaken between one another because people forget that no mindset is at 0%. It’s not like DNA where nature makes sure we all have a unique said (heck handwriting and signatures aren’t even like DNA, which has always been a bombshell whenever I bring it up), and there is no hard rule about how often two people coincidentally operate the same way, something that has made its way into the world of scientists.
This line of thought always leads me towards a silly sentence: logic is a sacred cow that as nothing sacred to it.
Most people take logic as granted. It is a basic element of human minds, thoughts and how those are externally expressed. But what is logical to one individual may be completely illogical to another.
Even if expressed in rigourously defined terms and expressions, the ideas a given logical sequence tries to convey and explain may be totally and completely flawed and irrelevant to another or simply wrong.
We are able to share concepts in its widest of forms but we can never truely and correctly express what we really think and understand to another because we are, in fact, even if in the most minute of ways, unique.
So, don’t sell yourself short.
But logic isn’t innate. It’s a pattern. And human brains are basically very good at patterns.
But there are many, many, many patterns in life and logic is only one of them (and it isn’t even particularly useful if you don’t have some other patterns backing it up).
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.
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? 🤔)
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 😅
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?
So you imagined you were the child? Interesting.
No, I imagined I was the person watching the child, who was imagining that they were the child.
Wicked. Like when you dream you woke up from a sleep. That happend to me twice in a loop.
Recently experienced this with my wife. We both described ourselves as internally organizing information “like bullet points”.
She means memorization of countless individual facts all stored/categorized at the same level.
I tend to use bullet point lists to organize things hierarchically. Least indented is the high level takeaway, indented ones below are extended info for the less indented point above. That’s how I tend to organize knowledge. I’ve learned that apparently this is not as ubiquitous as I believed.
It illuminates some deep seated causes behind a some of the friction in our relationship, but unfortunately it doesn’t do much to help me see any way around them unfortunately.
It’s more either or, but whether your thoughts are spoken (hearing your thoughts) or images (seeing your thoughts) is a good one. Makes for an interesting conversation to have with friends and family!
I feel like I lean mostly towards images, with words coming in when needed (imagining conversations, thinking about explaining something, etc). Visual thinking is a much faster ‘processing lane’ for me.
I was thinking about this subject just this morning when I was making oatmeal and groggily trying to remember what ingredient my oatmeal was missing; in a few instants the image of cinnamon in the oatmeal, our container of cinnamon, and where the cinnamon was in the drawer all flashed in my mind as images. How would someone who thinks in words do that? Do the words just come as fast for them as images do for me?
My partner thinks in words and hears his own voice as an inner monologue. It’s like saying what you’re thinking but not out loud, like “I should go to the store to pick up some milk. I’ll do that after I finish this episode. What’s the time right now? Oh it’s 10:15am.” Something like that. Completely bizarre for me to wrap my head around because I think in images and feeling. If the thought is associated with a sound, I’ll imagine that sound. But I have no inner voice narrating whatsoever.
It matches the way we prefer to learn too. He prefers to learn by reading. He finds videos or images tedious because to him, they don’t convey information fast enough. Whereas I prefer to learn visually or hands-on and might have some difficulty understanding the reading material.
Can you give some examples?
I used to think it required an emotional connection for most people to find someone else “hot,” because that’s how I work. But it turns out that I’m in a small minority.
I run into this being ace spec, in college I even had friends trying (successfully) to set me up with dates and they never went anywhere because it was never something I cared enough about to prioritize.
I don’t really find myself sexually attracted to anyone, but having an emotional connection makes a big difference in wanting a romantic relationship for me.
I once managed to puzzle our HR person into silence when I explained why I did something a certain way.
Are you neurodiverse? Cos we often think outside the box
I don’t have any official diagnosis or anything, but some neurodivergent friends have sent me some stuff and I’m probably some form of neurodivergent, yeah.
Have you considered getting assessed? I really didn’t think it would make a difference but it changed my life
I have looked into it, but even getting an appointment to get assessed where I live is a waiting period of like a year or so…
Yep I got really lucky with mine.
