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kramus · 06-27-2011, 08:17 AM

I'm pretty straight-forward. The label boring would probably be used before I was called odd. That said, it has been reported that when talking/listening to people I sometimes focus with a "psychotic" intensity. Which I'm told is off-putting.

I am a driveler. Apparently. When I talk, I do go on. Who knew? Read the rest of this entry and tell me what you think.

When I walk I mosey. As in amble. As in, gaze amiably about while strolling along. No vigorous stride for this fellow.

I don't like eating fried eggs in the outdoors. I don't even like eating them beside an open window. Something about the way the moving air mixes with the eggy taste in my palate grosses me out.

I get hiccups when I eat banana bread.

I don't like phoning people to ask for things unless it's ordering food. I also don't like writing to people or walking into someone's business and asking for something. I cannot do sales, even selling myself. It actually makes me physically ill.

I like to know there is a bathroom within a reasonable distance. I was a bed-wetter when I was a kid, and road-trips would go on without stopping until after I peed my pants. That, coupled with the abuse and ridicule of my family around that subject when I was young has left me very aware of just where the washroom is at all times.

I have one short-sighted, strong eye and one far-sighted, weak eye. I never got glasses till I was 18. So my brain never learned how to synthesize the images into a 3D view of the world. Which explains why I can only catch frisbees, and that I regularly see things that either aren't there, or are more solid to others than to me. I see images within images because both eyes send separate signals which (especially when I'm tired) superimpose upon one another and cause ghosting.

I only got a high-school diploma and was a blue-collar worker all my life, but my Lady complains that when she is writing orientation pieces for patients I am unable to proofread for her, because I don't have a "normal" vocabulary. We actually played a game she invented on our first date - Dictionary Games - where she would pick a word at random from the dictionary and I would tell her what it meant. I aced them all. For some reason I have the largest functional vocabulary of anyone she's ever met, and she spent almost 20 years in the post-secondary system working on multiple degrees.

I always know what the dog wants. I can just hear her breathing in the next room and I know what is going on with her.

Apparently I have chameleon prosidy. As in, the rhythm and tone of my speech changes drastically depending on who I am talking with. If I'm with a mechanic I talk one way, while with a landscaper it is slightly different. In a group of artists or at a doctor's conference and I sound different yet again. The only time the changes stand out is if someone is with me in each of those contexts.

I have a constant background hum of imagery running through my head. It influences the way I see things, relate to things, and think about things. I am possibly the most visually creative person I've ever met. I've never figured out how to turn that into gold, though (see my social anxiety entry).

06-27-2011, 08:17 AM	#58 (permalink)
kramus loving the curves Location: my Lady's manor	I'm pretty straight-forward. The label boring would probably be used before I was called odd. That said, it has been reported that when talking/listening to people I sometimes focus with a "psychotic" intensity. Which I'm told is off-putting. I am a driveler. Apparently. When I talk, I do go on. Who knew? Read the rest of this entry and tell me what you think. When I walk I mosey. As in amble. As in, gaze amiably about while strolling along. No vigorous stride for this fellow. I don't like eating fried eggs in the outdoors. I don't even like eating them beside an open window. Something about the way the moving air mixes with the eggy taste in my palate grosses me out. I get hiccups when I eat banana bread. I don't like phoning people to ask for things unless it's ordering food. I also don't like writing to people or walking into someone's business and asking for something. I cannot do sales, even selling myself. It actually makes me physically ill. I like to know there is a bathroom within a reasonable distance. I was a bed-wetter when I was a kid, and road-trips would go on without stopping until after I peed my pants. That, coupled with the abuse and ridicule of my family around that subject when I was young has left me very aware of just where the washroom is at all times. I have one short-sighted, strong eye and one far-sighted, weak eye. I never got glasses till I was 18. So my brain never learned how to synthesize the images into a 3D view of the world. Which explains why I can only catch frisbees, and that I regularly see things that either aren't there, or are more solid to others than to me. I see images within images because both eyes send separate signals which (especially when I'm tired) superimpose upon one another and cause ghosting. I only got a high-school diploma and was a blue-collar worker all my life, but my Lady complains that when she is writing orientation pieces for patients I am unable to proofread for her, because I don't have a "normal" vocabulary. We actually played a game she invented on our first date - Dictionary Games - where she would pick a word at random from the dictionary and I would tell her what it meant. I aced them all. For some reason I have the largest functional vocabulary of anyone she's ever met, and she spent almost 20 years in the post-secondary system working on multiple degrees. I always know what the dog wants. I can just hear her breathing in the next room and I know what is going on with her. Apparently I have chameleon prosidy. As in, the rhythm and tone of my speech changes drastically depending on who I am talking with. If I'm with a mechanic I talk one way, while with a landscaper it is slightly different. In a group of artists or at a doctor's conference and I sound different yet again. The only time the changes stand out is if someone is with me in each of those contexts. I have a constant background hum of imagery running through my head. It influences the way I see things, relate to things, and think about things. I am possibly the most visually creative person I've ever met. I've never figured out how to turn that into gold, though (see my social anxiety entry). __________________ And now to disengage the clutch of the forebrain ... I'm going with this - if you like artwork visit http://markfineart.ca