Its like the collective unconscious in Pshychnauts, a place with many doors that lead to many diverse and interesting topics that collectively make one big sack of awesome.
Analogy for your mind
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For me it would be an old radio, where my memories make the radio stations. It's fitted to a device which shocks me and, in some cases, makes the chair underneath me fall into an endless pool of water if I go to the wrong station. It's mostly static, with a couple of stations which utter my ex's name or some thing's she's said to me in the past (the 'wrong station') with some other channels being how to act like someone you're not and a station which just plays random snippets of music. There were more 'stations' but I find they keep dropping from air, only attainable through careful tuning and reminders.
A very expansive mine full or rare metals and gems.
There's a metric fuckton of tunnels branching off from the main path seemingly at random, but there's an underlying order to it. The tasks awaiting in each tunnel are usually tedious and often messy, but have the promise of great reward; there's also a very real danger of the occasional shaft collapsing on top of the miners.
There's a metric fuckton of tunnels branching off from the main path seemingly at random, but there's an underlying order to it. The tasks awaiting in each tunnel are usually tedious and often messy, but have the promise of great reward; there's also a very real danger of the occasional shaft collapsing on top of the miners.
My mind is pretty much like an average episode of Arrested Development.
Filled with nothing but in-jokes and thinly veiled sexual innuendos. Still, I get hailed as clever and fresh by critics during my short run before being tragically cut short in the prime of my life. And then a few years later I return with a new season and that movie that everyone has been promised for years.
Wait...I feel like this metaphor got away from me somewhere, but I can't quite put my finger on where.
...
Oh no, now I'm back to the thinly veiled sexual innuendos. >.<
Filled with nothing but in-jokes and thinly veiled sexual innuendos. Still, I get hailed as clever and fresh by critics during my short run before being tragically cut short in the prime of my life. And then a few years later I return with a new season and that movie that everyone has been promised for years.
Wait...I feel like this metaphor got away from me somewhere, but I can't quite put my finger on where.
...
Oh no, now I'm back to the thinly veiled sexual innuendos. >.<
I'd say my mind is like a search engine with a usually high filtration system that occasionally forgets to filter out unwanted remarks.
Pah. I wish.
Let's see...an analogy...
You know those dark reccesses of the room that light never gets to, filled with horrors from the aether? Yea, my mind's like that. Dark, scary, and filled with things I'd rather not know.
I mean, I know there's people who'd have it worse than me, but it's still like that.
I guess my would be a ruin city in the middle of a nature area (forest or a grass plain area). The weather on that city is always changing, it can peaceful and mild but it can a raging thunder storm. The city look peaceful despite in ruin but the raging weather is the cause of the damage.
The city itself is where my memories are store and my creation and ideas are like on display. However in the middle of that city is a tight vault that must never been open at all (all I can say is that I have many embrassing memories).
The city itself is where my memories are store and my creation and ideas are like on display. However in the middle of that city is a tight vault that must never been open at all (all I can say is that I have many embrassing memories).
Welcome to my mind:
Good luck finding your way around. I have a map of one small corner if you like, but all that's there is porn and sci-fi references. The rest is a mystery.
Good luck finding your way around. I have a map of one small corner if you like, but all that's there is porn and sci-fi references. The rest is a mystery.
A wide ranging encyclopedia encompassing a large number of subjects from Astrophysics, through quantum-phenomena and paleontology right to pop-culture and a comprehensive list of modern combat aircraft. Complete with an iOS search engine (meaning everything is a big mess until I know what subject we're talking about).
Dance, Magic Dance...ReservoirAngel said:Welcome to my mind:
Good luck finding your way around. I have a map of one small corner if you like, but all that's there is porn and sci-fi references. The rest is a mystery.
OT: It's pretty much an untidy albeit still manageable library.
It's not normally like that mind you but at the moment that's more or less exactly where my mind is. I blame one of the songs I posted a couple days ago in the thread about songs being stuck in your head (but only to be a cryptic, aloof bastard who doesn't feel like divulging inner turmoil)
Its like a crowd, in that I'm never to sure how many people are up there at any given time, and we're all hurrying on our ways to diffirent things.
Oh, and in the center of it theres this huge pit filled with snakes and shoggoths and clowns and fire and my entire family and most of the world at large is stuck in there.
Oh, and in the center of it theres this huge pit filled with snakes and shoggoths and clowns and fire and my entire family and most of the world at large is stuck in there.
My mind is like a room where the Super-ego, represented by myself as a adult beats the Ego and Id (represented as myself as I was a child, dual meaning there) with the walls covered in hundreds of sticknotes which are things I've wanted to say but never did
Inside a vast, woodsy feeling room, several categorized shelves line the room. Shelves in some disarray, but everything still in it's place. Some shelf categories include 'Video Games', 'Lost Ambitions', 'Comedy', 'Stupid References To Stupid Crap On The Internet', 'Power Metal', 'Socks', and 'Stuff That'll Cause People To Disown Me'. In the center of this wooden room is a large, comfy couch, a place to relax. Next to this couch is a large trash can, full of important things and reminders. A large portion of them saying to me 'FIND WORK' and 'GET A HOBBY' and 'STOP BROWSING DIRTY WEBSITES FOR INCRIMINATING MATERIAL THAT MAY CAUSE PEOPLE TO LOOK AT YOU FUNNY'.
Mine is kinda like batman. Its a dark and scary place, but it gets shit done.
I have a major train of thought in my head but I focus on other smaller things normally. Leaves me looking kind of blank.
I have a major train of thought in my head but I focus on other smaller things normally. Leaves me looking kind of blank.
It's probably a lot like the Shivering Isles but with more cats.
My best friend is like a Vulcan we compliment each other well.
My best friend is like a Vulcan we compliment each other well.