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.
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.
- Thomas SowellA day can really slip by when you're deliberately avoiding what you're supposed to do.
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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
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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 kind of envy you. Mine just tells me "Why did you say that stupid thing 20 years ago".
Wrong is evil and must be defeated. - Jeff Ello
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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 have something like this, but I can clearly remember the day (I was 7) when suddenly lots of things became clear at once. It was like a switch, like I was struck by a lightning bolt or something similar - it just when like "snap", and then I could understand many many things more easier than I used to. Like coming out of mist. It is probably all existing in my head and never happened, but it is my deepest childhood memory - I do not remember anything much from my childhood apart from this, and that I have been a very happy child.
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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 find that the smart and brilliant ones tend to have the ability to see and argue all sides of an issue. In my case, it allows me to simultaneously work out different parts of a problem or architecture, and run failure scenarios. Once, when I needed some anti-depression medication for a short time, it quieted the extra dialog, and my productivity and ability to solve problems plummeted. Now I embrace being a multi-threaded processor.
"Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana."
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I do not have something like this, but I can clearly remember the day (I was 7) when suddenly lots of things became clear at once. It was like a switch, like I was struck by a lightning bolt or something similar - it just when like "snap", and then I could understand many many things more easier than I used to. Like coming out of mist. It is probably all existing in my head and never happened, but it is my deepest childhood memory - I do not remember anything much from my childhood apart from this, and that I have been a very happy child.
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I do not remember anything much from my childhood apart from this, and that I have been a very happy child.
Envy mode on :sigh:
M.D.V. ;) If something has a solution... Why do we have to worry about?. If it has no solution... For what reason do we have to worry about? Help me to understand what I'm saying, and I'll explain it better to you Rating helpful answers is nice, but saying thanks can be even nicer.
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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.
Mine is mostly there just to give me contra's or to find errors. The solutions have to be made by my concious me and sometimes I can't manage to find the way to do something I am pretty sure it is possible, the only thing I am sure about is the 23 wrong ways to try it. It can be very frustrating and on the same time, very easy to make enemies at work.
M.D.V. ;) If something has a solution... Why do we have to worry about?. If it has no solution... For what reason do we have to worry about? Help me to understand what I'm saying, and I'll explain it better to you Rating helpful answers is nice, but saying thanks can be even nicer.
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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.
Your subconscious continues in the background and slowly surfaces some of it. Deja vu.
"Before entering on an understanding, I have meditated for a long time, and have foreseen what might happen. It is not genius which reveals to me suddenly, secretly, what I have to say or to do in a circumstance unexpected by other people; it is reflection, it is meditation." - Napoleon I
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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.
Off the subject - but you mentioned rabbi or should it be Rabbi... ( but religious post are werbotten ) This in not religious... I have learn that "Salem " is "englesized (sic ?) " version "Shalom ". OK , I can ask Mrs Google but I am asking here how do you pronounce Shalom ? Is it SCHALOM or SCHOLOM ? Cheers - pronounced cheeeeeeers
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I do not have something like this, but I can clearly remember the day (I was 7) when suddenly lots of things became clear at once. It was like a switch, like I was struck by a lightning bolt or something similar - it just when like "snap", and then I could understand many many things more easier than I used to. Like coming out of mist. It is probably all existing in my head and never happened, but it is my deepest childhood memory - I do not remember anything much from my childhood apart from this, and that I have been a very happy child.
I realized (decided?) early there was no St. Nick and all that it implied by extension and had Catholic angst for the next xx years until I overcame it with Zen. I sat up all that night staring into the abyss.
"Before entering on an understanding, I have meditated for a long time, and have foreseen what might happen. It is not genius which reveals to me suddenly, secretly, what I have to say or to do in a circumstance unexpected by other people; it is reflection, it is meditation." - Napoleon I
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Off the subject - but you mentioned rabbi or should it be Rabbi... ( but religious post are werbotten ) This in not religious... I have learn that "Salem " is "englesized (sic ?) " version "Shalom ". OK , I can ask Mrs Google but I am asking here how do you pronounce Shalom ? Is it SCHALOM or SCHOLOM ? Cheers - pronounced cheeeeeeers
I am not Jewish, for the record. I just really like Rabbi Twerski, whom I used to listen to periodically before he died. Clever guy. As far as the pronunciation of Shalom, I am not sure. You might ask Daniel Pfeffer, as he posted earlier on this thread. I think he would know.
To err is human. Fortune favors the monsters.
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I kind of envy you. Mine just tells me "Why did you say that stupid thing 20 years ago".
Wrong is evil and must be defeated. - Jeff Ello
Mine does that too. :( If only it was as good at math as it was stoking my anxiety.
To err is human. Fortune favors the monsters.
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Off the subject - but you mentioned rabbi or should it be Rabbi... ( but religious post are werbotten ) This in not religious... I have learn that "Salem " is "englesized (sic ?) " version "Shalom ". OK , I can ask Mrs Google but I am asking here how do you pronounce Shalom ? Is it SCHALOM or SCHOLOM ? Cheers - pronounced cheeeeeeers
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how do you pronounce Shalom ? Is it SCHALOM or SCHOLOM ?
It depends. Askenazi (most European Jews) pronunciation differs from Sefaradi (descendants of the Jews expelled from Spain in 1492) pronunciation. Ashkenazi Jews would say SCHOLOM or SCHOLEM Sefaradi Jews would say SCHALOM. The Sefaradi pronunciation has been almost universally accepted in Israel.
Freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two make four. If that is granted, all else follows. -- 6079 Smith W.
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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.
When I have a problem that my conscious mind can't solve, I set it aside and do something unrelated. I often get the answer popping up while working on the second task. Note quite the same as your named alter ego, but still evidence of multi-tasking.
Freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two make four. If that is granted, all else follows. -- 6079 Smith W.
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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.
Terry Pratchett - "Maskerade", she had it too. The only voice in my head is my wife telling me I did it wrong.
Granny Wetherwax
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When I have a problem that my conscious mind can't solve, I set it aside and do something unrelated. I often get the answer popping up while working on the second task. Note quite the same as your named alter ego, but still evidence of multi-tasking.
Freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two make four. If that is granted, all else follows. -- 6079 Smith W.
Sure, most of us can multitask. It's just the way I do it is weird, or rather was. :)
To err is human. Fortune favors the monsters.
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I sometimes think that he's the real OriginalGriff, and I'm the imaginary friend he keeps around to deal with people.
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If you read the book, Incognito: The Secret Lives of the Brain[^], By David Eagleman you will come upon split-brain studies and discover that you are actually designed as two people. Back in 1950s or so there were some patients who had grand-mal seizures that doctors couldn't figure out how to fix so they tried something drastic. They cut the corpus callosum (wires that connect the two sides of the brain). Afterwards they noticed that the patients had some interesting experiences. Zombie-hand One patient described the situation where there are cookies on a plate in front of him. He is not supposed to eat the cookies. The patients left hand moves toward the cookies and the patient yells out, "I didn't do that!" Team of Rivals This is the way the mind was designed and it keeps you safe. The author calls your brain A Team Of Rivals. That's because one half may think, "let's do A for sure" meanwhile the other half of your brain says, "That is dangerous and you must consider these things and do B" And so it goes. Although many people do not understand it and modern garbage science has even pushed some to believe they have dissociative personality, it is likely that certain people "hear" the communication between the two parts of the brain more clearly. Read the book and you'll see there is much science that shows us that our split brain is what helps us target in on the correct solution. Some people just completely turn off one half and do stupid things. Other people turn off the other half and cannot move outside of the box. Yet others are just confused by all the noise of the "talk" in their brain.
