there’s no attention in writing.
it’s essentially speaking in silence
and hoping someone out there will want to read your lips.
be patient and focused enough to concentrate on what you are saying.
and to not respond.
just listen to your silent words.
i hate movies now.
it all just feels so contrived.
these characters with their little one sided, piece of paper, boxed personalities
fitting into perfectly timed and calculated plots.
i think my real fears about tv and movies are that this is how people have started to learn life, this is how people think of other people, that real life people have these little boxed in, perfectly formulated personality that could never diverge from their perfect little algorithmic equation. that you can plan, and figure people out. that you can play other people. that you can read their texts messages and figure out their entire personality and intentions just like you’d read the dialogue of characters in a book.
i just can’t write anything. at least not anything i think is good. because i’m not a character. because i know life doesn’t work that way. and being in college, seeing all these kids falling in and out of love, has made me realize way too many people view life exactly as i’ve feared. i can’t contribute to that. i can’t make this world a contrived, automative machine. there’s order in chaos. we need it. even if only to build up our immunities to it.
- ― Voltaire (via laughing-trees)
the closer i get to going on this stupid date the more i don’t want to.
my head is saying i need to grow up and find a guy that has money and is ready to settle down and has a good head about him.
my heart is saying i’m an artist and i could only ever be happy with another artist. i’m wild and crazy and need to find someone just as wild and crazy to keep up with me.
my stomach is saying, “bitch, you just ate fruity pebbles for dinner. find yourself a rich-husband already, this shit’s getting old.”
i call this point in my life, “pocahontas river-spilt syndrome”
like the harsh reality of life is starting to weigh down on me but deep-down, i don’t want to be a sell-out.
Questions we’ve all been wondering about, and to clarify I mean blind from birth and deaf from birth.
BLIND PEOPLE AND DREAMING
People who are blind from birth cannot create visual clues in their brains, so their dreams are all about their other senses. Many people who are born blind claim to “see” images in their dreams, but what they’re actually referring to is an experience, rather than a picture.
In the Hartford study, a congenitally blind 46-year-old man reported a dream in which he went to the hospital to see his first grandchild. Upon questioning, it came to light that what he referred to as “seeing the baby for the first time” actually meant the experience of meeting him, hearing him cry and holding him.
Similar experiences were reported by other study participants, who also referred to “seeing” when describing scenes from their dreams, even though the scenes were based completely on tactile and auditory memories.
DEAF PEOPLE AND LANGUAGE
There was an interesting thread on Quora.com that asked this question.
One participant states, ‘I have a “voice” in my head, but it is not sound-based. I am a visual being, so in my head, I either see ASL [American Sign Language] signs, or pictures, or sometimes printed words.’
Scrounging around different threads this seems to be the case.