Who among you experience something like this?
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When I was super young, and also when I got older and went over the high wall (at that point in my life I was manic a lot and seeing things that weren't there) I had what a shrink called a "partially integrated identity" I referred to as "Scout" I could explicitly present problems to Scout and Scout would eventually ping me with the answer. When I was three Scout (which I didn't name at the time) was a narrative in my head that taught me how to read. I still have that, but it's sort of receded into the woodwork with medication. It still dutifully churns on answers to problems that vex me, but I don't/can't explicitly direct it anymore, or if I can, only indirectly, kind of like (as Rabbi Abraham Twerski described) "reaching around your own head and grabbing yourself by the opposite ear and then pulling yourself along." I described the above to a mathematician I know and they were like "aha! I have something very much like that but I never gave it a name" What I thought was fairly unique wiring in my head maybe is not as unique as I had thought - something I find both comforting, and ever so slightly disappointing. So now I'm curious how many of you multitask in this manner, with a little helper in your head that feels like someone else or otherwise external to you, whether or not you give it a name?
To err is human. Fortune favors the monsters.
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When I was super young, and also when I got older and went over the high wall (at that point in my life I was manic a lot and seeing things that weren't there) I had what a shrink called a "partially integrated identity" I referred to as "Scout" I could explicitly present problems to Scout and Scout would eventually ping me with the answer. When I was three Scout (which I didn't name at the time) was a narrative in my head that taught me how to read. I still have that, but it's sort of receded into the woodwork with medication. It still dutifully churns on answers to problems that vex me, but I don't/can't explicitly direct it anymore, or if I can, only indirectly, kind of like (as Rabbi Abraham Twerski described) "reaching around your own head and grabbing yourself by the opposite ear and then pulling yourself along." I described the above to a mathematician I know and they were like "aha! I have something very much like that but I never gave it a name" What I thought was fairly unique wiring in my head maybe is not as unique as I had thought - something I find both comforting, and ever so slightly disappointing. So now I'm curious how many of you multitask in this manner, with a little helper in your head that feels like someone else or otherwise external to you, whether or not you give it a name?
To err is human. Fortune favors the monsters.
Yes. We don't talk, but he works away in the background and feeds me a solution, tied up in a red ribbon. I suspect he's quite a bit brighter than I am ... :~
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When I was super young, and also when I got older and went over the high wall (at that point in my life I was manic a lot and seeing things that weren't there) I had what a shrink called a "partially integrated identity" I referred to as "Scout" I could explicitly present problems to Scout and Scout would eventually ping me with the answer. When I was three Scout (which I didn't name at the time) was a narrative in my head that taught me how to read. I still have that, but it's sort of receded into the woodwork with medication. It still dutifully churns on answers to problems that vex me, but I don't/can't explicitly direct it anymore, or if I can, only indirectly, kind of like (as Rabbi Abraham Twerski described) "reaching around your own head and grabbing yourself by the opposite ear and then pulling yourself along." I described the above to a mathematician I know and they were like "aha! I have something very much like that but I never gave it a name" What I thought was fairly unique wiring in my head maybe is not as unique as I had thought - something I find both comforting, and ever so slightly disappointing. So now I'm curious how many of you multitask in this manner, with a little helper in your head that feels like someone else or otherwise external to you, whether or not you give it a name?
To err is human. Fortune favors the monsters.
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When I was super young, and also when I got older and went over the high wall (at that point in my life I was manic a lot and seeing things that weren't there) I had what a shrink called a "partially integrated identity" I referred to as "Scout" I could explicitly present problems to Scout and Scout would eventually ping me with the answer. When I was three Scout (which I didn't name at the time) was a narrative in my head that taught me how to read. I still have that, but it's sort of receded into the woodwork with medication. It still dutifully churns on answers to problems that vex me, but I don't/can't explicitly direct it anymore, or if I can, only indirectly, kind of like (as Rabbi Abraham Twerski described) "reaching around your own head and grabbing yourself by the opposite ear and then pulling yourself along." I described the above to a mathematician I know and they were like "aha! I have something very much like that but I never gave it a name" What I thought was fairly unique wiring in my head maybe is not as unique as I had thought - something I find both comforting, and ever so slightly disappointing. So now I'm curious how many of you multitask in this manner, with a little helper in your head that feels like someone else or otherwise external to you, whether or not you give it a name?
To err is human. Fortune favors the monsters.
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When I was super young, and also when I got older and went over the high wall (at that point in my life I was manic a lot and seeing things that weren't there) I had what a shrink called a "partially integrated identity" I referred to as "Scout" I could explicitly present problems to Scout and Scout would eventually ping me with the answer. When I was three Scout (which I didn't name at the time) was a narrative in my head that taught me how to read. I still have that, but it's sort of receded into the woodwork with medication. It still dutifully churns on answers to problems that vex me, but I don't/can't explicitly direct it anymore, or if I can, only indirectly, kind of like (as Rabbi Abraham Twerski described) "reaching around your own head and grabbing yourself by the opposite ear and then pulling yourself along." I described the above to a mathematician I know and they were like "aha! I have something very much like that but I never gave it a name" What I thought was fairly unique wiring in my head maybe is not as unique as I had thought - something I find both comforting, and ever so slightly disappointing. So now I'm curious how many of you multitask in this manner, with a little helper in your head that feels like someone else or otherwise external to you, whether or not you give it a name?
To err is human. Fortune favors the monsters.
Hate to burst your bubble but I think most people have a background task (or two) running. It can seemingly bridge the gap between conscience and subconscious and thus often times work on problems we don't even realize we have. Since I turned 50 y/o (almost a decade ago) mine tends to surface at 3am - yet not revealing it's "answers" until I'm standing under a hot shower a couple hours later. Giving it a name though... yeah, that's weird! ;)
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When I was super young, and also when I got older and went over the high wall (at that point in my life I was manic a lot and seeing things that weren't there) I had what a shrink called a "partially integrated identity" I referred to as "Scout" I could explicitly present problems to Scout and Scout would eventually ping me with the answer. When I was three Scout (which I didn't name at the time) was a narrative in my head that taught me how to read. I still have that, but it's sort of receded into the woodwork with medication. It still dutifully churns on answers to problems that vex me, but I don't/can't explicitly direct it anymore, or if I can, only indirectly, kind of like (as Rabbi Abraham Twerski described) "reaching around your own head and grabbing yourself by the opposite ear and then pulling yourself along." I described the above to a mathematician I know and they were like "aha! I have something very much like that but I never gave it a name" What I thought was fairly unique wiring in my head maybe is not as unique as I had thought - something I find both comforting, and ever so slightly disappointing. So now I'm curious how many of you multitask in this manner, with a little helper in your head that feels like someone else or otherwise external to you, whether or not you give it a name?
To err is human. Fortune favors the monsters.
Yes, and his name is I Am.
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When I was super young, and also when I got older and went over the high wall (at that point in my life I was manic a lot and seeing things that weren't there) I had what a shrink called a "partially integrated identity" I referred to as "Scout" I could explicitly present problems to Scout and Scout would eventually ping me with the answer. When I was three Scout (which I didn't name at the time) was a narrative in my head that taught me how to read. I still have that, but it's sort of receded into the woodwork with medication. It still dutifully churns on answers to problems that vex me, but I don't/can't explicitly direct it anymore, or if I can, only indirectly, kind of like (as Rabbi Abraham Twerski described) "reaching around your own head and grabbing yourself by the opposite ear and then pulling yourself along." I described the above to a mathematician I know and they were like "aha! I have something very much like that but I never gave it a name" What I thought was fairly unique wiring in my head maybe is not as unique as I had thought - something I find both comforting, and ever so slightly disappointing. So now I'm curious how many of you multitask in this manner, with a little helper in your head that feels like someone else or otherwise external to you, whether or not you give it a name?
To err is human. Fortune favors the monsters.
Yes, I also did not name it, I consider that to be a part of me, and as my programming skills went up I started thinking of it as one of many "subconscious mind threads", you know, like one for driving, another one for say art appreciation or software development. So I have several such "mind threads" and use them as I need to. And as I learn new things, I develop more such "mind threads". Developing the one for driving was really hard now that I think of it.
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When I was super young, and also when I got older and went over the high wall (at that point in my life I was manic a lot and seeing things that weren't there) I had what a shrink called a "partially integrated identity" I referred to as "Scout" I could explicitly present problems to Scout and Scout would eventually ping me with the answer. When I was three Scout (which I didn't name at the time) was a narrative in my head that taught me how to read. I still have that, but it's sort of receded into the woodwork with medication. It still dutifully churns on answers to problems that vex me, but I don't/can't explicitly direct it anymore, or if I can, only indirectly, kind of like (as Rabbi Abraham Twerski described) "reaching around your own head and grabbing yourself by the opposite ear and then pulling yourself along." I described the above to a mathematician I know and they were like "aha! I have something very much like that but I never gave it a name" What I thought was fairly unique wiring in my head maybe is not as unique as I had thought - something I find both comforting, and ever so slightly disappointing. So now I'm curious how many of you multitask in this manner, with a little helper in your head that feels like someone else or otherwise external to you, whether or not you give it a name?
To err is human. Fortune favors the monsters.
Definitely, not only I always have a "contrarian me" whose only task in life is to deconstruct everything I do and point out all the areas of improvement but provides solutions to what I'm doing. Heck, I remember having trouble understanding angular momentum for months until the other me probably got superpissed and fed me the understanding in my dream. I bolted awake sitting straight up with a full comprehension of angular momentum. I still owe him one.
GCS/GE d--(d) s-/+ a C+++ U+++ P-- L+@ E-- W+++ N+ o+ K- w+++ O? M-- V? PS+ PE Y+ PGP t+ 5? X R+++ tv-- b+(+++) DI+++ D++ G e++ h--- r+++ y+++* Weapons extension: ma- k++ F+2 X
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Yes, I also did not name it, I consider that to be a part of me, and as my programming skills went up I started thinking of it as one of many "subconscious mind threads", you know, like one for driving, another one for say art appreciation or software development. So I have several such "mind threads" and use them as I need to. And as I learn new things, I develop more such "mind threads". Developing the one for driving was really hard now that I think of it.
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Developing the one for driving was really hard now that I think of it.
Thank you for letting me feel less alone and weird
GCS/GE d--(d) s-/+ a C+++ U+++ P-- L+@ E-- W+++ N+ o+ K- w+++ O? M-- V? PS+ PE Y+ PGP t+ 5? X R+++ tv-- b+(+++) DI+++ D++ G e++ h--- r+++ y+++* Weapons extension: ma- k++ F+2 X
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When I was super young, and also when I got older and went over the high wall (at that point in my life I was manic a lot and seeing things that weren't there) I had what a shrink called a "partially integrated identity" I referred to as "Scout" I could explicitly present problems to Scout and Scout would eventually ping me with the answer. When I was three Scout (which I didn't name at the time) was a narrative in my head that taught me how to read. I still have that, but it's sort of receded into the woodwork with medication. It still dutifully churns on answers to problems that vex me, but I don't/can't explicitly direct it anymore, or if I can, only indirectly, kind of like (as Rabbi Abraham Twerski described) "reaching around your own head and grabbing yourself by the opposite ear and then pulling yourself along." I described the above to a mathematician I know and they were like "aha! I have something very much like that but I never gave it a name" What I thought was fairly unique wiring in my head maybe is not as unique as I had thought - something I find both comforting, and ever so slightly disappointing. So now I'm curious how many of you multitask in this manner, with a little helper in your head that feels like someone else or otherwise external to you, whether or not you give it a name?
To err is human. Fortune favors the monsters.
Similar thing, but rather than give me answers to problems, it just sings. It usually starts in the middle of the night when I wake up briefly (old man's problem) and continues with the same song when I wake up properly. Today's song was "Ilkley Moor Baht'at"; about a person walking on Ilkley Moor without a hat, and at risk of catching their death of cold.
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Yes. We don't talk, but he works away in the background and feeds me a solution, tied up in a red ribbon. I suspect he's quite a bit brighter than I am ... :~
"I have no idea what I did, but I'm taking full credit for it." - ThisOldTony "Common sense is so rare these days, it should be classified as a super power" - Random T-shirt AntiTwitter: @DalekDave is now a follower!
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When I was super young, and also when I got older and went over the high wall (at that point in my life I was manic a lot and seeing things that weren't there) I had what a shrink called a "partially integrated identity" I referred to as "Scout" I could explicitly present problems to Scout and Scout would eventually ping me with the answer. When I was three Scout (which I didn't name at the time) was a narrative in my head that taught me how to read. I still have that, but it's sort of receded into the woodwork with medication. It still dutifully churns on answers to problems that vex me, but I don't/can't explicitly direct it anymore, or if I can, only indirectly, kind of like (as Rabbi Abraham Twerski described) "reaching around your own head and grabbing yourself by the opposite ear and then pulling yourself along." I described the above to a mathematician I know and they were like "aha! I have something very much like that but I never gave it a name" What I thought was fairly unique wiring in my head maybe is not as unique as I had thought - something I find both comforting, and ever so slightly disappointing. So now I'm curious how many of you multitask in this manner, with a little helper in your head that feels like someone else or otherwise external to you, whether or not you give it a name?
To err is human. Fortune favors the monsters.
Some people call it intuition. Some others call it as God.
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Hate to burst your bubble but I think most people have a background task (or two) running. It can seemingly bridge the gap between conscience and subconscious and thus often times work on problems we don't even realize we have. Since I turned 50 y/o (almost a decade ago) mine tends to surface at 3am - yet not revealing it's "answers" until I'm standing under a hot shower a couple hours later. Giving it a name though... yeah, that's weird! ;)
It's not really about backgrounding, but the external aspect of it. It feels like it draws on knowledge I don't have access to, almost as if it operates independently and external to me. That's the fulcrum of the question I'm posing. Not so much, "can you multitask, and draw on your subconscious?" but more what is your experience with it? How does it manifest for you, and especially, does it feel external?
To err is human. Fortune favors the monsters.
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It's not really about backgrounding, but the external aspect of it. It feels like it draws on knowledge I don't have access to, almost as if it operates independently and external to me. That's the fulcrum of the question I'm posing. Not so much, "can you multitask, and draw on your subconscious?" but more what is your experience with it? How does it manifest for you, and especially, does it feel external?
To err is human. Fortune favors the monsters.
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I feel exactly like that.
To err is human. Fortune favors the monsters.
I sometimes think that he's the real OriginalGriff, and I'm the imaginary friend he keeps around to deal with people.
"I have no idea what I did, but I'm taking full credit for it." - ThisOldTony "Common sense is so rare these days, it should be classified as a super power" - Random T-shirt AntiTwitter: @DalekDave is now a follower!
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When I was super young, and also when I got older and went over the high wall (at that point in my life I was manic a lot and seeing things that weren't there) I had what a shrink called a "partially integrated identity" I referred to as "Scout" I could explicitly present problems to Scout and Scout would eventually ping me with the answer. When I was three Scout (which I didn't name at the time) was a narrative in my head that taught me how to read. I still have that, but it's sort of receded into the woodwork with medication. It still dutifully churns on answers to problems that vex me, but I don't/can't explicitly direct it anymore, or if I can, only indirectly, kind of like (as Rabbi Abraham Twerski described) "reaching around your own head and grabbing yourself by the opposite ear and then pulling yourself along." I described the above to a mathematician I know and they were like "aha! I have something very much like that but I never gave it a name" What I thought was fairly unique wiring in my head maybe is not as unique as I had thought - something I find both comforting, and ever so slightly disappointing. So now I'm curious how many of you multitask in this manner, with a little helper in your head that feels like someone else or otherwise external to you, whether or not you give it a name?
To err is human. Fortune favors the monsters.
I do not experience anything quite like that, but it reminded me of how the two hemispheres of our brains are like two separate entities that work together
*. In my case the cooperation/communication between the two is mostly at a subconscious level, but I could see how it could rise to a more conscious level in some folks so that you can actually perceive two "entities". Do a web search for Divided Consciousness, it seems similar to what you describe.*Look up Callosal Syndrome to see extreme examples of this.There are no solutions, only trade-offs.
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When I was super young, and also when I got older and went over the high wall (at that point in my life I was manic a lot and seeing things that weren't there) I had what a shrink called a "partially integrated identity" I referred to as "Scout" I could explicitly present problems to Scout and Scout would eventually ping me with the answer. When I was three Scout (which I didn't name at the time) was a narrative in my head that taught me how to read. I still have that, but it's sort of receded into the woodwork with medication. It still dutifully churns on answers to problems that vex me, but I don't/can't explicitly direct it anymore, or if I can, only indirectly, kind of like (as Rabbi Abraham Twerski described) "reaching around your own head and grabbing yourself by the opposite ear and then pulling yourself along." I described the above to a mathematician I know and they were like "aha! I have something very much like that but I never gave it a name" What I thought was fairly unique wiring in my head maybe is not as unique as I had thought - something I find both comforting, and ever so slightly disappointing. So now I'm curious how many of you multitask in this manner, with a little helper in your head that feels like someone else or otherwise external to you, whether or not you give it a name?
To err is human. Fortune favors the monsters.
How do you know we aren't all Scout's and CodeProject isn't just a figment of your imagination? Maybe I'm simply the "Scout" telling you to add curly braces to your single-line if-statements :D
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When I was super young, and also when I got older and went over the high wall (at that point in my life I was manic a lot and seeing things that weren't there) I had what a shrink called a "partially integrated identity" I referred to as "Scout" I could explicitly present problems to Scout and Scout would eventually ping me with the answer. When I was three Scout (which I didn't name at the time) was a narrative in my head that taught me how to read. I still have that, but it's sort of receded into the woodwork with medication. It still dutifully churns on answers to problems that vex me, but I don't/can't explicitly direct it anymore, or if I can, only indirectly, kind of like (as Rabbi Abraham Twerski described) "reaching around your own head and grabbing yourself by the opposite ear and then pulling yourself along." I described the above to a mathematician I know and they were like "aha! I have something very much like that but I never gave it a name" What I thought was fairly unique wiring in my head maybe is not as unique as I had thought - something I find both comforting, and ever so slightly disappointing. So now I'm curious how many of you multitask in this manner, with a little helper in your head that feels like someone else or otherwise external to you, whether or not you give it a name?
To err is human. Fortune favors the monsters.
i can tell you that the nothing i am now owes a lot to the nothings i invented in childhood :)
«The mind is not a vessel to be filled but a fire to be kindled» Plutarch
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i can tell you that the nothing i am now owes a lot to the nothings i invented in childhood :)
«The mind is not a vessel to be filled but a fire to be kindled» Plutarch
That reminds me of a Robert Fulghum book. :)
To err is human. Fortune favors the monsters.
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Similar thing, but rather than give me answers to problems, it just sings. It usually starts in the middle of the night when I wake up briefly (old man's problem) and continues with the same song when I wake up properly. Today's song was "Ilkley Moor Baht'at"; about a person walking on Ilkley Moor without a hat, and at risk of catching their death of cold.
:laugh: That made me laugh in the middle of the office
