Would you call forgetting where you put your shit a Sensotard moment? If so, I'm a permanent sensotard!!!
Also, if I take a walk and my husband is not with me, I totally don't notice anything. Yeah. And when I walk with him - he'll be like, "Hey, look at that!!" I'll be like, "Where?!?!" And he'll say, "There! Right there!...Good god, Carolyn, don't you have eyes?...THEEEEEEEERE!!! No, not over THERE!!! MY GOD! If you had a plate with a cm of meat and a liter of sauce, you'd still look at the plate and say where's the sauce until someone dumped your nose in it!!!!"
Oh yeah, and I won't notice stuff. If someone speaks to me - not necessarily loudly - but I'm in my thoughts - I'll like - JUMP!!!!!!! It'll startle the hell outta me.
I totally won't notice that what I'm wearing looks like shit. And I'll get offended, because someone will tell me like years later - God you looked like shit, but no one bothers to tell me at the time. And then you don't have to say, You look like shit. Just suggest something betta.
Also, I hate shopping. Trying things on drives me bonkers. And honestly, I don't know what the hell TO buy half the time.
And I put things together that most people think is weird for food. (Taste)
I don't smell things half the time. I have also never sensed when the seasons change, unless it gets colder - in contrast to my husband, who totally like smells and senses the seasons change before they do.
In fact, the only time I'm NOT a complete Sensotard is when it comes to my sense of hearing. And even then I don't listen well if I'm in my own thoughts.
Gahhhh!!!