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I actually do have good memory and am always remembering things for myself and my coworkers...like if they forget to do something I have told them once before, I may remind them a couple more times in a day, just because it keeps popping up in my memory until it's done. I'm like a living Outlook. I still memorize phone numbers too...it's useful when your battery runs out.
As for games I play...I wake up every day for work at the same time but often I try to see how late I can leave getting ready before I actually am late for work. I rarely am late.
Whenever I wear heels to work I have to play a little game called "don't get your heel stuck in the spaces between the cobbles". All the streets of Portugal have cobbled side-walks so it's a nightmare to walk in heels. I have perfected the art so that I can pretty much walk swiftly and elegantly regardless of how bad the terrain is. It's all about confidence and not giving a shit.
I also play the door game, in my building there are several doors that shut on a spring and I always try to make it through them fast and silently, not letting them slam.
When driving, I like to give cars names, through the numbers and letters on the license plates.
When walking from the subway to work, I often look at people passing in the eyes, and count how many people actually looked back and didn't look down straight after. It's empowering but there are also days when you feel invisible.
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Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.
Fernando Pessoa, 1918
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