You say “apple” to me and I’m #1, glossy skin, insides, all that
And how in the hell does one navigate life, or enjoy a book, if they’re not a #1?! Reading a book is like watching a movie. I subconsciously assign actor’s faces to characters and watch as the book rolls on.
Yet #5’s are not handicapped in the slightest. They’re so “normal” that mankind is just now figuring out we’re far apart on this thing. Fucking weird.
EDIT: Showed this to my wife and she was somewhat mystified as to what I was asking. Pretty sure she’s a 5. I get frustrated as hell when I ask her to describe a thing and she’s clueless. “Did the radiator hose pop off, or is it torn and cracked?” “I don’t know!”
EDIT2: The first Star Wars book after the movie came out was Splinter in the Mind’s Eye. I feel like I got that title. What’s it mean to you?
Most days I’m about a 3, sometimes it’s more like 4. If I’m reading a book or doing something like that, where I’m really focusing on the visualization, I can get to 2. The only time I ever get to 1 is when I’m laying in bed at night about to fall asleep.
I have real trouble sleeping sometimes, and one of the things I do to help is put on instrumental music (lately, a lot of jazz sax), and then pick some random scenario, like:
“if I could be king of the world what policy changes would I make?”
Or “if I ever get to have kids, what kind of things would I most want to teach them?”
Or “Let’s design the perfect floorplan for my dream home”
And as I begin to drift off, but while still consciously aware, I can see things in stunning detail, but it’s always like they’re semi transparent. That’s not a great example, because there’s no backdrop, but it’s the best I’ve got.