Weird little morning insights

[helen99]

I often perceive mundane objects in terms of numbers and generic types of objects rather than the actual items. For example, suppose I leave the house carrying an item of the specific type Purse but generic type Bag. Then I go to Borders and buy a book and bring it back with me -- in a bag. Now I have two items of generic type Bag. When I get home, unless I pay attention to the 3-D surroundings, I may pick up generic type Bag #1 but leave generic type Bag #2 in the car, because my mind has fulfilled its requirement of "you left with one generic type Bag and so you must now collect at a minimum one generic type Bag before you go inside." I call this "living in bookmarks". When I detect it, it's time to do a mental uncluttering. The uncluttering process consists of paying attention to each thing as though I have never seen it before. I wonder what I'll see today...

Comments

[ahril.livejournal.com]

Nah, you just left out a bookmark...

"you left with one generic type Bag, and acquired one generic type Bag while out, and so you must now collect at a minimum two generic type Bags before you go inside."

[kitten-goddess.livejournal.com]

I do something similar, only with me it's different paradigms. I have several paradigms under which I live, depending on where I am. I have different paradigms for work, OTO functions, and Otherkin gatherings. Within the Otherkin heading, I have sub-paradigms, such as kittykin.
If I'm in a paradigm that does not match its setting, chaos ensues, with results ranging from hilarious to diastrous.

Last weekend, I was at an OTO event, and I was in the kittykin paradigm. I was trying to get the soda set up for people before they arrived. The soda was on a high shelf, and I looked up at it, trying to figure out how to climb up onto the counter so I could reach the shelf.

"No, you may not climb up on the counter. Use the stool behind you," said Tantric Chef.

"Stool?" I echoed blankly, having completely forgotten that there was, indeed, a stool right behind me. Tantric Chef understood that I was thinking like a cat, so the stool would not even enter my consideration as a way to reach the soda on the shelf.

That got me a thorough face-pet!

[tlttlotd.livejournal.com]

It sounds like you've been coding a LambdaMOO lately.