I get obsessed with stuff. I see something, go, “I gotta do that. Can I do that? :: calculating :: YES, I can do that!” and then I go and start doing it.
Sometimes it bugs people but I gotta be whatever I am.
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I could never see a line there. Even as a kid. Example: my mom has a story about me. I was 7/8 years old on ice skates for the first time.
I remember it from my perspective but get hers too.
I get onto the ice. I fall. I get up. I fall. Someone nearly runs over my hand. I’m scared but I get up, go a few feet. I glide a little! I fall again.
After 15 minutes of that, I go back to mom.
I’m crying. Through the tears I tell her, “I don’t know what happened! I saw myself doing it and knew I could do it but when I did it, I didn’t do it! Why didn’t I do it when I could do it?”
She was laughing at me but I didn’t understand why then.
I’m still baffled at this distinction between thought-and-do.
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