A mystery to me : In the past 10 years or so, I’ve noticed a strange thing in myself.
Numerous times when heavily involved in something, usually either in past ongoing intense cyber chats/ email conversations, or when engrossed in writing fiction, in the back of my mind I suddenly visualize a particular location for myself, other than where
I actually am at the time. A few examples for particular situations :: in the living room of my childhood house, sitting on the floor with my laptop in a present day chat, or on a serene lawn under a certain giant oak, or in a mountain vacation cabin from my teenage years. This is where I was, in my head, when conversing with particular people.
I have no idea how these images/ vague memories came to be associated with cyber conversations many years later, but once randomly established, they were there for the duration, every time.
The way I came to think of it was : there is a virtual roulette wheel with real random physical locations represented, which spun until stopping when I began an email or chat conversation with someone. And that’s the place I would be, with no logic to it.
Always in the back of my mind I’d be vaguely aware of truly believing I was in these places, as if in a fugue state almost, to the point of when the conversation stopped, I’d be somewhat surprized and startled to find myself suddenly in my present house. But it wasn’t with everybody – again, apparently random. What’s going on in my brain ! ? haha I wonder if this happens to anybody else.
On a smaller scale, often if I randomly recall an incident or memory while doing a particular thing, like making coffee, then almost every time subsequently that old memory pops up. It can be quite annoying, as the memories or incidents are not necessarily ones I care to remember endlessly ! General advice for that sort of thing is – just stop thinking about it. That’s like saying, stop looking at the purple elephant in the room !
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Another oddity – I read an article in a magazine years ago about a strange condition called Synesthesia, where some people can ‘see’ certain words, letters, numbers, music, or events as particular colors.
I’d never heard of that, and found it fascinating. I mentioned it in passing to my stepmother after my Dad died.
I was flabbergasted when she told me : my Dad had told her that when I was a little girl, I was like that ! I’d say things like ‘Today is a green day, yesterday was yellow , I like the blue fives, they’re pretty’. My Dad never told me anything about that ! and I have absolutely zero memory of it, and I no longer ‘experience colors’… although now I wish I still did !
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