I always assume that my brain is structured in a way that at least 5% of people could relate to my general thought processes, but it turns out that some of my experiences of being a human are really just a “me” thing. I’ve often told myself that I’m just like everyone else, and that all of my personality traits are explainable by a mishmash of stereotypes and systemic influences. But I guess there’s more to it than that, and I’ve been selling myself a bit short.
I think about the process of making porridge.
Step one heat pot Two add oats 3 water 4 cook 5 cinnamon Ohh missed the cinnamon
These steps run through my brain very fast, but that’s how it goes.
I can’t fathom having pictures in my brain to understand the world outside.