My mind is like a computer that often tries to do to many things at once and so can't do any of them efficiently. Also takes ages to shut down, i.e. go to sleep.
Analogy for your mind
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no, but seriously: i'm not as emotionally... deep as most people. the only person i really feel anything for is my father and i don't have much of a conscious or much sympathy for others. when i was young, it was actually a problem because i would to things for no real reason other than "it seemed like a good idea" and not have any way of realizing that "that was bad, shouldn't do that" other than me getting in trouble.
thankfully, i've gotten ahold of it. i still don't feel bad about anything i do, but i can look at an action before i do it and decide whether it's a good idea or not.
so, to the topic: it's probably a guy at a computer desk pushing one of two buttons: one labeled "yes" the other labeled "no."
no, but seriously: i'm not as emotionally... deep as most people. the only person i really feel anything for is my father and i don't have much of a conscious or much sympathy for others. when i was young, it was actually a problem because i would to things for no real reason other than "it seemed like a good idea" and not have any way of realizing that "that was bad, shouldn't do that" other than me getting in trouble.
thankfully, i've gotten ahold of it. i still don't feel bad about anything i do, but i can look at an action before i do it and decide whether it's a good idea or not.
so, to the topic: it's probably a guy at a computer desk pushing one of two buttons: one labeled "yes" the other labeled "no."
I would say my mind is a house invaded my squirrels on crack. My mind is everywhere (what was that? OOooo whats that?) I am constantly thinking of what if and how the world works. Infinity curious and never able to be truly satisfied with my life.
My mind would be a huge computer console controled by several small beings abeying to a nice guy, but the small creatures aren't very organized and need to rest alot.
But there is also a huge cage dangling over their heads wich holds monsters of all kind, whispering horrible things and eating away the cages bar.
Hoppfully my small workers are able to hold it together.
And the nice guy is just too nice, good thing he has an evil helper next to him.
But there is also a huge cage dangling over their heads wich holds monsters of all kind, whispering horrible things and eating away the cages bar.
Hoppfully my small workers are able to hold it together.
And the nice guy is just too nice, good thing he has an evil helper next to him.
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this is pretty much it. Read too many books on the evils of organised violence (everything from the sacking of Beziers to Rwanda) and seen a few places too.
this is pretty much it. Read too many books on the evils of organised violence (everything from the sacking of Beziers to Rwanda) and seen a few places too.
Simple and inattentive. I can't think of an analogy to describe my mind other than those words...
Pretty much:
Viewed on a raspy, scratched old TV-set found in a dilapidated, underground concrete room. There's not a single lightsource but that television. The doors in the room leads to other concrete rooms, some with dusty bones on the floor.
Wait, there's a glass of gin & tonic on a small crate by the television.
>drink gin
The TV shorts out. Nothing happens for a few seconds. Then, a quiet murmur is heard throughout the whole underground complex. The walls and the ceiling turns into butterflies. As they flutter away, they reveal a beautiful landscape rolling away to the horizon.
Get out there and explore!
Viewed on a raspy, scratched old TV-set found in a dilapidated, underground concrete room. There's not a single lightsource but that television. The doors in the room leads to other concrete rooms, some with dusty bones on the floor.
Wait, there's a glass of gin & tonic on a small crate by the television.
>drink gin
The TV shorts out. Nothing happens for a few seconds. Then, a quiet murmur is heard throughout the whole underground complex. The walls and the ceiling turns into butterflies. As they flutter away, they reveal a beautiful landscape rolling away to the horizon.
Get out there and explore!
The short version:
The long version: i honestly couldn't tell you. If i tried i'd be lying in some way, shape or form or i'd be forgetting something. So let's just say that while there's some weird/interesting shit in there, it's mostly unremarkable. However i do know for a fact that i'm narcississtic and that my "closest" friends are quite a distance away.
The long version: i honestly couldn't tell you. If i tried i'd be lying in some way, shape or form or i'd be forgetting something. So let's just say that while there's some weird/interesting shit in there, it's mostly unremarkable. However i do know for a fact that i'm narcississtic and that my "closest" friends are quite a distance away.
I think my mind is somewhere along the lines of the above. Insanity and hilarity.
The axe is a representation of my anger and rage that I have; The spiderman is a representation of my silliness and want to make people happy. The nipple war badges are signals of my insanity.
The wood(?) in the background is a sign of my stoic and long lasting intelligence.
My mind would probably be a modular city crossed with a giant clock, where everything is made out of brass, gas lamps and all that stuff.
There's a few odd things about it: Firstly each "module" swaps places with another every 5 hours, except the centre module/core, which is a huge room containing a gyroscope with a eye in the centre and a extremely tightly locked safe (Automata Guards with Halberds).
Basicly, a no so stupid analogy for ordered chaos with a dash of steampunk, tech, secrets and paranoia added.
There's a few odd things about it: Firstly each "module" swaps places with another every 5 hours, except the centre module/core, which is a huge room containing a gyroscope with a eye in the centre and a extremely tightly locked safe (Automata Guards with Halberds).
Basicly, a no so stupid analogy for ordered chaos with a dash of steampunk, tech, secrets and paranoia added.
A long hallway, with lots of rooms off it. Each room has an owner and a purpose. A fun room, an innapropriate room, a library-like room, and other rooms.
You know, this sums things up quite nicely.
...I haven't the faintest fucking idea why, but this feel right somehow.
...I haven't the faintest fucking idea why, but this feel right somehow.