Fucking hell, no human experience is unique, fuck this shit, I give up.
When I was a kid, I always carried a pen or a pencil around with me, because I daydreamed a lot, but I didn’t have a good grasp in my own imagination, AKA the things I imagined did things I didn’t want, such as… Doing fucking backflips for whatever reason. I also had a lot of difficulty imagining and maintaining the position of characters, their pose, their environment.
A pen/pencil helped me by giving me a physical anchor to a character I imagined, by having a defined top and bottom.
The pen/pencil *H A D* to have a “mark” on one of it’s sides, such as the company logo that made it, info about it, something which I could feel with my fingers to distinguish back from front.
One day though, I had lost one of the pencils I had been using, and then I just… Stopped. I never felt the need for a pen to take control of my own imagination properly again.
The mind of a child is fucking *weird*. Anyone here has an explanation for this?
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Just someone started to get his own kingdom in my head
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Actually, backflips are banned in my mind palace so any characters caught doing so are sent straight to the dungeon
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First? But anyway, why would you do that to me?
Fucking hell, no human experience is unique, fuck this shit, I give up.
When I was a kid, I always carried a pen or a pencil around with me, because I daydreamed a lot, but I didn’t have a good grasp in my own imagination, AKA the things I imagined did things I didn’t want, such as… Doing fucking backflips for whatever reason. I also had a lot of difficulty imagining and maintaining the position of characters, their pose, their environment.
A pen/pencil helped me by giving me a physical anchor to a character I imagined, by having a defined top and bottom.
The pen/pencil *H A D* to have a “mark” on one of it’s sides, such as the company logo that made it, info about it, something which I could feel with my fingers to distinguish back from front.
One day though, I had lost one of the pencils I had been using, and then I just… Stopped. I never felt the need for a pen to take control of my own imagination properly again.
The mind of a child is fucking *weird*. Anyone here has an explanation for this?
Just someone started to get his own kingdom in my head
Actually, backflips are banned in my mind palace so any characters caught doing so are sent straight to the dungeon