A quick test for this is, are you good at making a good first impression or short time of friendship and then it kinda falls off with time? If yes, masking is likely in play.
Can confirm. This is my entire life.
A quick test for this is, are you good at making a good first impression or short time of friendship and then it kinda falls off with time? If yes, masking is likely in play.
Can confirm. This is my entire life.
Lucky me, I’ve never been ‘with it’.
My problem has always been that I find breathing too boring to ever manage to focus on it for any length of time.
This is my problem, I am impulsive and silly enough to still say things, but the way they come out sometimes makes me want to die a little inside and stop being perceived forever.
Sometimes if I am not doing too badly I still can turn it around, where the very failure of delivery can on its own get the laughs (or groans). If I sort of stay with it long enough to express something like “yeah, that was bad wasn’t it? want more?”. But it does require a minimum of social aptitude like you said, which for me varies a lot.
The avocados I was used to in South America were really flavorful and I ate them raw. Now I’m in Europe and they’re tiny and bland, though I still eat them raw.
But like, a prism only reveals what was already inside that light beam.
All these details were present from only reading the title:
A very large and heavy marble that you’d need to pick up with both hands to hold. A man was already there keeping a hand on the marble, to prevent it from rolling on the wooden table. The table is simple, square and has 4 legs. I know what the marble would sound like if it were to roll, bumping over the little imperfections. This is happening indoors, but there’s some natural light coming through. The table is relatively close to the edge of a room but you can still approach the table from all sides. The room is mostly undefined besides that. The man is not too detailed, I have a vague awareness of what he is like, but more like a gestalt of him.
After reading the prompt: The man rolled the ball with a soft push. It produced the expected sound and then he stopped it again before it fell. I felt anxiety when the ball rolled, and was relieved when it was stopped. I want to put it on soft cloth so that we can stop worrying about it rolling off the table. There’s soft cloth nearby, and it’s purple felt.
I have hyperfantasia.