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Oberon
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In the MTBI spirit of navel-gazing...
Occasionally...and I'm utterly in the dark as to why...I will be fairly ambivalent about some choice I've got to make, and so rather than make it I just observe my behavior as the opportunity comes, and observe what choice I made avolitionally.
For example, one morning I was driving toward work, and realized that if I wanted coffee I'd have to go straight, but if I wanted to get to work early I needed to turn. I didn't much care either way, so I watched myself drive. As my turnoff sailed by I said "Well, I guess it's coffee this morning."
And it wasn't an exercise in inertia, really--I was as likely to turn as to go straight.
On a smaller and more immediate scale I can sit at my desk and try to guess whether my right hand will reach for the keyboard or the mouse, or move to scratch some vague itch on the back of my neck. If I force the issue of course I can choose what it does, but if I deliberately don't make a choice my hand will still do something.
This seems most strange to me. Has anyone else ever experienced life as being the little person that rides around in your skull and looks out through your eyeballs?
Occasionally...and I'm utterly in the dark as to why...I will be fairly ambivalent about some choice I've got to make, and so rather than make it I just observe my behavior as the opportunity comes, and observe what choice I made avolitionally.
For example, one morning I was driving toward work, and realized that if I wanted coffee I'd have to go straight, but if I wanted to get to work early I needed to turn. I didn't much care either way, so I watched myself drive. As my turnoff sailed by I said "Well, I guess it's coffee this morning."
And it wasn't an exercise in inertia, really--I was as likely to turn as to go straight.
On a smaller and more immediate scale I can sit at my desk and try to guess whether my right hand will reach for the keyboard or the mouse, or move to scratch some vague itch on the back of my neck. If I force the issue of course I can choose what it does, but if I deliberately don't make a choice my hand will still do something.
This seems most strange to me. Has anyone else ever experienced life as being the little person that rides around in your skull and looks out through your eyeballs?