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He said: For me, the world is filled with examples and analogies. Everything is defined by how much it is like or unlike everything else, so I describe something in terms of what it is similar to, choosing specific examples that I know that the other person is familiar with. I also use far more words to describe anything than most people I know. Not believing that ideal words exist to describe anything, I attempt to pin a concept down by hurling a multitude of words in its general direction and hoping that some hit near the mark.
Um, yeah. I drive people nuts with this, sometimes. I struggle between my general tendency to do this, and my counter-tendency to want to find scientific and objective definitions for everything. Failing to believe in the actual possibility of doing so, I tend to bounce right back to this approach for anything at all complex or subjective. And I tend to naturally think in metaphors, primarily. This sometimes becomes problematic, because I'll get caught in one, and keeping pushing it 'til it breaks. Additionally, many of my metaphors are primarily visual. I think in mobile three dimension shapes and colors, and often have trouble translating this to speech. It's part of why I'm frustrated that I haven't found another creative outlet for that yet. It feels like a lot of how I think would be better expressed in art than speech. Which, incidentally, reminds me that I've been meaning to try taking an art class of some sort for a while now. I really should do that.
*chuckle* I wonder if this is part of why conversations between
heron61 and I feel so comfortable.
Along the general lines of "things I think about how I think" -- it occured to me a few days ago, in regards to my tendency to talk a great deal about the past, and commit things to paper or text... It's often not actually nostalgia that prompts that, and I'm not truly nostalgic about most of it, if one defines nostalgia as "wanting to re-experience an idealized past moment". I have a mental image of myself as a vaguely human-shaped cloud; little wisps of memory trailing off and dispersing, new puffs accumulating. It's that I view myself as the sum total of my memories, basically, and I'm greedy. I want to keep as much of myself as I possibly can, catch those little wisps before they evaporate. Reiterating, writing them out, etc, is my way of attempting to hold on to those aspects of myself.
Um, yeah. I drive people nuts with this, sometimes. I struggle between my general tendency to do this, and my counter-tendency to want to find scientific and objective definitions for everything. Failing to believe in the actual possibility of doing so, I tend to bounce right back to this approach for anything at all complex or subjective. And I tend to naturally think in metaphors, primarily. This sometimes becomes problematic, because I'll get caught in one, and keeping pushing it 'til it breaks. Additionally, many of my metaphors are primarily visual. I think in mobile three dimension shapes and colors, and often have trouble translating this to speech. It's part of why I'm frustrated that I haven't found another creative outlet for that yet. It feels like a lot of how I think would be better expressed in art than speech. Which, incidentally, reminds me that I've been meaning to try taking an art class of some sort for a while now. I really should do that.
*chuckle* I wonder if this is part of why conversations between
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Along the general lines of "things I think about how I think" -- it occured to me a few days ago, in regards to my tendency to talk a great deal about the past, and commit things to paper or text... It's often not actually nostalgia that prompts that, and I'm not truly nostalgic about most of it, if one defines nostalgia as "wanting to re-experience an idealized past moment". I have a mental image of myself as a vaguely human-shaped cloud; little wisps of memory trailing off and dispersing, new puffs accumulating. It's that I view myself as the sum total of my memories, basically, and I'm greedy. I want to keep as much of myself as I possibly can, catch those little wisps before they evaporate. Reiterating, writing them out, etc, is my way of attempting to hold on to those aspects of myself.