Does this sound familiar?
You're standing in line at Wal Mart or some shit. You have a thought about, for example, a relationship you're aware of.
Suddenly, this thought leads to a distinct impression of where the process is headed.
A chain of subsequent thoughts unfolds as you witness every phase of the relationship lead to the next. Phases of convergence, divergence, escalation, de-escalation, growth, and deterioration all unwind according to a path so inarticulate yet so certain.
And, after unpacking every angle from the last, you survey the sequence of thoughts and come full circle. Underlying them rests a unifying quality: they depend on mere inclinations to observe them.
You realize your consciousness rides the very edge of consciousness itself.
"~ir... Sir." The voice lowers into a stern pitch. "Sir."
You notice the cashier is trying to get your attention.
Your focus sharpens on the object your eyes have blindly stared at for the past several minutes: Oprah Magazine.
Slightly dazed, you shuffle up to pay for your items. Feeling a cold spot on your chin, you wipe a stream of drool off your face.
"Insert the chip."
The cashier tells you your card has been declined.
Panicked, you open your mobile banking app. It informs you that you are 324 dollars in the hole - mostly due to overdraft charges incurred by your subscription to enneathoughts daily.
Embarrassed, you return your items and drive home to vent on 16types.info about how you suck at Sensing.
You're standing in line at Wal Mart or some shit. You have a thought about, for example, a relationship you're aware of.
Suddenly, this thought leads to a distinct impression of where the process is headed.
A chain of subsequent thoughts unfolds as you witness every phase of the relationship lead to the next. Phases of convergence, divergence, escalation, de-escalation, growth, and deterioration all unwind according to a path so inarticulate yet so certain.
And, after unpacking every angle from the last, you survey the sequence of thoughts and come full circle. Underlying them rests a unifying quality: they depend on mere inclinations to observe them.
You realize your consciousness rides the very edge of consciousness itself.
"~ir... Sir." The voice lowers into a stern pitch. "Sir."
You notice the cashier is trying to get your attention.
Your focus sharpens on the object your eyes have blindly stared at for the past several minutes: Oprah Magazine.
Slightly dazed, you shuffle up to pay for your items. Feeling a cold spot on your chin, you wipe a stream of drool off your face.
"Insert the chip."
The cashier tells you your card has been declined.
Panicked, you open your mobile banking app. It informs you that you are 324 dollars in the hole - mostly due to overdraft charges incurred by your subscription to enneathoughts daily.
Embarrassed, you return your items and drive home to vent on 16types.info about how you suck at Sensing.