I can draw. I can argue. I can play bits of Dragonforce and Children Of Bodom on a purple electric violin. Oh, and I can carve art into people's bodies with a scalpel. I cook, too.
Solidarity, brother, on the constant analysis and vivid imagination. I've often found myself just staring off into nothing and contemplating the extent of repercussions for what I did earlier in the day. It freaks people out.The_Logician19 said:Mmm...
What can I do that most people can't...
There's a part of my mind that analyzes anything and everything I see, hear, touch, ect. I like to think of it as a two way filter; I unconsciously analyze almost everything, as well as my own actions; I'm always thinking about the reprocussions of everything I do (and on an almost freaky scale; while I was really deep in my depression, I could think of several ways every single thing I could do would end up in the world being destroyed. No, seriously). This also sometimes leads to me rambling about one thing or another, which pisses my grandmother off to all hell; she seems to think I'm faking all this (which, in turn, pisses me off to all hell. Needless to say we aren't on speaking terms right now.) Sometimes this happens so fast that I don't remember how I came to a conclusion, just that I did. I get the feeling that my mind is always working, and that I can't shut it off; I tried once, and I got a feeling like droplets of water hitting a sink.
I also have a vivid imagination, leading to some freaky-ass dreams; I would almost swear I saw Jupiter (which, buy the way, was really freaky).