Imagining
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I look at an alcohol prep wipe, and immediately imagine conversations with my parents where I give them some of my wipes. And they talk about how, “Good, I’m glad that people are thinking about wipes.” “I was hoping to get some.” Then I rapidly begin to imagine conversations with other people, “Oh good, I was running low.” “Why don’t more people have these?” “Ooh, these smell so good.” And so on and so forth.
The conversations in my head begin to move with such turbulence and intensity that my muscles begin to tense up and I feel my heart skip a beat, which brings me back into the present. I then just end up feeling tired and like I’m not really going to be able to do anything, and I feel relieved as I cancel plans or find I have none.
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beneficii wrote:
I look at an alcohol prep wipe, and immediately imagine conversations with my parents where I give them some of my wipes. And they talk about how, “Good, I’m glad that people are thinking about wipes.” “I was hoping to get some.” Then I rapidly begin to imagine conversations with other people, “Oh good, I was running low.” “Why don’t more people have these?” “Ooh, these smell so good.” And so on and so forth.
The conversations in my head begin to move with such turbulence and intensity that my muscles begin to tense up and I feel my heart skip a beat, which brings me back into the present. I then just end up feeling tired and like I’m not really going to be able to do anything, and I feel relieved as I cancel plans or find I have none.
The conversations in my head begin to move with such turbulence and intensity that my muscles begin to tense up and I feel my heart skip a beat, which brings me back into the present. I then just end up feeling tired and like I’m not really going to be able to do anything, and I feel relieved as I cancel plans or find I have none.
I thought that you were gonna say that ...you were abused as a child by some grown up, and that the smell of alcohol wipes triggers flashbacks of trauma, or like that.
But your not saying that at all.
you're saying that you simply imagine having pleasant conversations with your parents - and nieghbors, and then these pleasant banal conversations in your head just go into some kind of overdrive? Enough to exhaust you? Never heard of that. But you're probably not the only person to have this. Probably has a name. Probably described on Wiki. But I wouldnt know how to google it to find out.