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Something I've been wanting to talk about but never really came up [Jul. 28th, 2005|05:49 am]
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You know a secret?

I hate thinking. Really hate it. It's the one thing in my life that accounts for 90% of my life's unpleasantness. I always have hated it and always will, even though in different times I've named it different ways -- "anxiety", "unsettled mind", "obsessiveness", etc. None of those perfectly fit. I think the broadest and most descriptive term is "thinking".

Thinking is not a voluntary process for me. It goes and goes of its own volition and it won't stop. I have no way of directly knowing what others experience, but judging from the fact that other people don't act the way I do and don't complain about the same things I do and describe their own thought processes differently from how I would, I expect they don't experience it the same way.

The best way I can explain it is that for most people, when they're not under immediate stress and not making a conscious effort to concentrate, thinking is a low background hum, a buzz of murmuring voices. For me it seems instead to be a loud clamor of clear, distinct voices that build on each other and amplify.

That's why I talk to myself. Vocalizing a train of thought gives it shape, and substance, and most importantly *priority* so that it comes clear and the others sink away. Sitting and writing helps too; something that holds my focus -- TV, books, video games, music -- can do it. The closest thing there is to peace, for me, is a single voice holding monologue; torture is a growing crescendo of diverse voices all demanding attention.

I don't mean to be a downer. It's not all bad. I've literally had conversations with myself for long periods of time and greatly enjoyed it, because of the speed at which the little thought-bubbles buzz -- when I relax and let myself go I literally surprise myself at the things I come up with. I invent a joke and tell it to myself and laugh at the punchline because it was totally unexpected to the rest of my brain that was busy walking through a detailed memory or working out an angry argument to pay attention. I come up with an objection I didn't expect to a promising logical argument and rally myself to defend my original opinion while trying to tear it down. It's fun. I don't think I've ever been as bored by the prospect of sitting in one place by myself as other people seem to be; in fact when I abandon that position it's because other people's company is, well, quieter -- their plain and boring conversations drown out the noise.

Now, yeah, I know, it sounds to me as I read this like I'm just trying to get attention by dramatizing processes in myself that everyone goes through. All I can say is it feels more intense to me than I think it should. I feel like it must not be usual for someone to get so worked up that they pace in their rooms all night brooding about some question -- some *irrelevant*, academic question ("Whose responsibility was the sinking of the _Lusitania_?") -- shouting and gesticulating all the while. It must not be normal for people to sit up in bed trying out different lines of dialogue that they feel would be -- appropriate, dramatic, beautiful, whatever -- in a certain imaginary situation, and laughing (and waking up their parents) when they come up with one. It must at least be a little weird for someone to get an itch on the inside of their skull that says "I need to *argue*, I need to *prove someone wrong*" and go searching online for a forum discussion to jump into; or "I need to *critique*" and go surfing some website of user-created submissions of whatever (art, poetry, short stories, engineering proposals for a reusable spacecraft); or "I need to memorize" and go searching for something that it would be fun to memorize (song lyrics, some famous person's biography).

And this isn't a "Woe is me that I'm so intelligent and above the rest of you". I don't think it has anything to do with intelligence. It must be *dependent* on intelligence, since I think if I weren't intelligence I wouldn't have any food for the beast, but the beast itself is not intelligent. The urges don't apply toward any goal and are entirely irrational -- and whatever native intelligence I have is obscured, dissipated, *wasted* by this bullshit. I get bad grades in class because I can't concentrate on a single assignment long enough to do it well, not when as soon as I buckle down and try to think about economics one voice starts mumbling its opinion of the 2004 election results and another one starts making comments about the relative merits of various cartoon shows and a third one is trying to figure out what my ex-girlfriend's motivations were in a particular incident that happened two years ago and a fourth one is making funny voices and laughing at them and a fifth one is analyzing the situation itself and taking the time to write a rant like this. People often think I'm dumber than I really am because I can't be bothered to rein in my brain and force it to stay on the track of whatever it is they want me to be smart about -- hence the whole "absentminded professor" bit. And I think on the other side people think I'm smarter than I am because my apparent facility at rambling about a particular topic is just a result of my making that very ramble several times before. If you hear me volubly and effortlessly hold forth on anything it's because I was making the selfsame speech to myself *in my head* some time recently and saying it all is the only way to purge it from the stack and get a little bit closer to peace. My knowledge map is like the screen of a snow crash -- random bright spots of deep, concentrated knowledge in the most obscure and ridiculous places surrounded by random dark spots of total and utter ignorance. And it's frustrating.

One wonders -- okay, I wonder -- why I don't just medicate. Sleeping pills, at the very least, would regularize my schedule a lot. Treatments for ADD might work (though I don't think it actually is ADD). But, well, I get by. I haven't totally ruined my life yet as a result of my unusual habits, and, like I said, it's not all bad. Some days I feel incredibly lucky to be me, to have that particular buzzing sensation in my head and the ability to derive an almost physical pleasure from the sorting and analyzing and articulating of random bits of data. Other days it's a burden, a chore, and sometimes a burning torture. But the thing is -- the thing that makes me reluctant to even alter my schedule or my living environment to curb these tendencies -- that I identify strongly with that aspect of myself, I think of it as *me* and what I'm like rather than a condition that I have, and I resist strongly the idea of becoming another, similar, perhaps more functional person who lacks these traits.

So there's your tidbit of insight into my internal functions for today. Have fun with it.
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[User Picture]From: [info]sildra
2005-07-28 01:39 pm (UTC)

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I can kind of empathize. I'm happiest when I'm spending all day doing something that requires all of my concentration and no thought, so that I can't think at all, and that tires me out enough physically that I fall asleep right away. An example would be spending 14 hours in one day working on physics homework, or 8 hours doing detailed manual labor (like machining a complicated piece). The moment I have any spare time I start to think, and not only can I not start working again, I also can't sleep.

And I've definitely had the experience of sounding a lot smarter than I am because I'd run through an argument several times in my head already, and knew all of the counter arguments, whereas the question being argued was new to whoever I was talking to. I've found that eventually it gets so boring that I resort to speaking to people Socratecally and seeing what conclusions I can force them to come up with.
[User Picture]From: [info]indecisionwins
2005-07-28 06:14 pm (UTC)

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I'm happiest when I'm spending all day doing something that requires all of my concentration and no thought, so that I can't think at all, and that tires me out enough physically that I fall asleep right away.

It's interesting--I think that's why I don't think things like long hours doing tedious lab stuff. Or at least, I'm unable to interact with people in the way that I'd like after I do. Because it's fun to think about things and sound smart.

See, I actually think I end up sounding less intelligent sometimes because I don't usually think about random, interesting philosophical things, and so when something comes up in conversation, I haven't thought about it before. (Unless it's something that I've done a lot of research on for a class, at least, and then I might have some insight on it.) I guess I usually focus more on what I'm doing, what I want to be doing, what I'm going to be doing, and what other people are doing, which might be somewhat more functional, but in my mind, it's less fun. Of course, this also isn't to say that I don't think too much about things and overanalyze a lot, because I obviously do. But I think I would have an easier time having fun conversations with interesting people if my brain worked more like yours. (Addressed to Arthur now more than [info]sildra, although I guess it applies to both of you). But I LIKE overanalyzing--well, usually, at least...although I'm also happier when I'm home if I spend some time working at the grocery store here, doing somewhat mindless work that also forces me to be social, rather than just sitting at home. So that does stop me from overanalyzing up to a point, and that is one reason why I might really want to do an MD/PhD rather than just doing academic stuff, because that kind of structured interaction with people is nice to have sometimes to stop me from getting stuck overanalyzing the same things. But if nothing else, working at the grocery store just gives me new material to analyze, while also toning down the urge to analyze when there's nothing to analyze. But when there is something to analyze, I definitely like it, and having a mind like yours gives you more material to analyze. So, I think it would be kind of fun to have more random ideas like you do... But I also realize that if I actually did have that, I might get annoyed with it like you do, since there are definitely good and bad sides to it. (And probably if I were more like you, I would probably be even less able to relate to my parents...) So, I dunno. It is interesting, though...
[User Picture]From: [info]sildra
2005-07-28 06:25 pm (UTC)

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For me, at least, I don't need social contact at all as long as I'm keeping sufficiently busy. Socializing is only useful to fill in gaps of otherwise free time. So I don't need to interact with people after doing hours of tedious lab stuff.
[User Picture]From: [info]arctangent
2005-07-29 10:09 pm (UTC)

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Oh, sure. There are lots of different kinds of "thought traps" I've noticed -- constrained cognitive paths that lock you in once you start on them and don't let you go, even in response to an effort of will or external stimuli. The ones that have to do with learning -- "I must know more about this, I must figure it out" -- are better, because they open outward, they force you to keep thinking about new things. The ones that have to do with analysis and poking holes in things -- "I must *make sure* this is really right" -- suck extremely much, because they close inward, as they go on you start fixating more and more narrowly on the particular thing that bothers you until you're spinning in a tight little spiral around one idea until you burn out.

Things that have been really good triggers for inward-closing thought-traps for me in the past have been maintaining relationships with emotionally sensitive people, submitting creative writing for publication, and debating the merits of Theory. Which is why I try to avoid all three, and why I think I'm fortunate that, well, I'm not you (much as I hate to say it, I feel like inward-closing thought-traps are your Achilles' heel, except that it's a heel so big it takes up one whole leg and part of another).
[User Picture]From: [info]mollete
2005-07-28 03:09 pm (UTC)

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Ohhh... so that's what you do... You know, I've wondered that since I was three.
[User Picture]From: [info]arrantophelia
2005-07-28 03:12 pm (UTC)

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i had this exact problem when i was little. then they medicated me. (yes, for ADD. i was on obscene amounts of ritalin, maybe 5 or 6 times what my friends took.)

i kind of regret it, though. i functioned much better but i felt... dumbed down. still do, actually.
[User Picture]From: [info]magidnaywards
2005-07-28 08:34 pm (UTC)

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That's how Andy describes his thoughts. like, as faster than everyone else's and more going on all at once. child ADD. adult bipolar(?).

doesn't take medication. sold his ritalin to some kid in middle school. :)
From: [info]sainsha
2005-07-29 01:47 am (UTC)

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I also empathize a bit... I definitely tend to think about six things besides a conversation I'm having (sometimes including loose threads from the same conversation). Most of my auto-rambling is shameful recapitulations of unpleasant bits of my personal history, though, and besides being largely unproductive at all doesn't tend to, as you rightly observe it does for you, serve to make me sound like I know what I'm talking about or, to put it a more flattering way, lead me to form interesting and relatively-well-thought-out positions on sundry topics.

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