roaringfox
This is such a difficult thing for me to answer, my mind is a mess; yet I can’t understand why or how. I try to make everyone around me as happy as I can.
However, My mind constantly changes how it operates, struggling with revealing emotion and allowing people to get close to me. My mind is analytical, thoughtful, involved in processes that calculate things to no end.
I constantly question everything, since the beginning of my ability to speak I’ve questioned things, being curious about how things work and how people operate.
People have always fascinated me, quite often I’ll sit and watch people, always wondering what they are, their thoughts and what they’d be like.
My mind is constantly changing, always curious yet still a mess. But I like it like that.
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hurricanesandhighfives
My mind feels like a domino trail that goes off on several different paths at once. If you trip the trigger it spins off six separate ways at once, and sometimes it’s nice but sometimes it makes life harder.
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dawnawakened
Contrary to my blog, my mind is not completely black and white. I think of how to better myself, better the world. I try to make everyone happy around me without even thinking about it. I’d much rather spend an awesome afternoon with my best friend than just have a million dollars. I guess I’m weird lol.
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airfrommylungs
What goes on in my mind:
A lot of irrational worries. I have a plethora of anxiety disorders so my mind is usually worrying about whatever it can. I make contingency plans for anything I have to do and contingency plans for those plans lest I be caught in a particularly panic-inducing situation. I also worry about letting down people I care about. One of my OCD issues is personifying inanimate objects so plenty of time is filled worrying about the feelings of things that I know-logically-don’t have feelings. My OCD is mostly obsessive thoughts so once my mind turns unbidden to something triggering it’s there for a while. My mind battles logic against illness and so far I usually manage well enough.
How does it work?: My mind wouldn’t work if I didn’t force myself through the anxiety. I won’t let myself drown in irrational obsessions so I shake myself. Stop, you’re going to do this because you have to. Just do it and it’ll be over and you won’t have to worry anymore.
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positivelybakerstreet
What goes on in my mind:
Mostly what goes on in my mind is a lot of questioning. Question after question. It never ends, but I enjoy it. I question a lot of things and I find it hard to accept things if I haven’t gotten behind what makes something believable, which is kind of contradictory to my religion, and what makes me kind of an outcast to people in it. But I also just reassure my mind that it’s ok to believe in something blindly. And my mind is always creating, coming up with new ideas or images to draw, crafts to make, or stories to write and sometimes I can’t do them all and I have to store them in the back of my mind. But, unfortunately sometimes those ideas become forgotten. And sometime miraculously they come back, like when you find an old toy on the back of a shelf covered in dust.
How it works:
I simply let my mind do its thing. My conscience is a kind of editor and filter that processes the ideas or thoughts my mind has and determines whether or not those ideas are good enough or appropriate to become something physical/tangible or vocal. It’s a good system but sometimes this system has its errors and I end up saying something I shouldn’t have.
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docezio
lots and lots of colors because i have synesthesia and literally EVERYTHING is a color
like individual letters are colors and whole words are different colors
and sounds and MUSIC are colors and so is everything i touch
textures are all different colors its kind of overwhelming to be really honest
so yeah its a big rainbowy mess with a lot of worrying and anxiety and jumbled thoughts and things i want to draw
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neuromanticism
If I had to guess, right now it feels like my mind soul is most often preoccupied with artistic expression, and my mind muses on the validity of suffering to improve the output. I have severe clinical depression in addition to a few other problems, so I wrestle with the notion of combating it with medication and whether or not that would change who I essentially am, and thus, what I can create. This isn’t new, as I’ve read about many artists who have felt that same ambivalence. That’s not to say that I haven’t tried it before, because I have, but the results were disastrous… physically my figure withered to almost sickening proportions (photos on here with my skeletal hands in view are proof enough of the damage) and mentally I daydreamed about suicide when the thoughts never crossed my mind before. I think the disassociation that comes with being medicated (at least in youth) makes things easier, because it’s as if you’re viewing life through some hazy television screen, and it’s in a foreign language with no subtitles, and it’s about a subject you have no interest in. So you want to turn it off.
I digress. My mind isn’t concerned with what society typically shoves down our throats concerning things we “must” do, so it must seem like I’m taking my sweet time here in Purgatory when it comes to the rat race, but honestly, the act of creation and the catharsis I feel after the fact is far more important to me. Self-actualization, I guess.
I mean, I conceptually perceive this “transitional” period in my life as Purgatory for a reason.
I also wrestle with differentiating my thoughts, emotions and impulses, especially when it comes to deciding which mirror my true self. The pursuit of an individual who mirrors/compliments/understands me is also forefront on my mind, and obviously my heart as well. I’m such a romanticist I could puke.
It might humor/frighten you to know that a disaster such as me intends to pursue psychology in the near future, but setting my soul straight obviously comes first.
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ofmyreverberations
It’s late and I’m sitting in the dark listening to David Bazan’s soothing melancholic lyrics. I guess this a good time to answer something like this.
But I don’t know what to say. What goes on in my mind? I think about writing a lot. I think like I’m writing a lot. Sometimes when I’m up high I have this insatiable urge to throw quite expensive objects like my phone or ipod right off. I think about ideas and worry about ideas and dream up new ideas. I think about sound and combinations and technique and interpretation. I manufacture arguments like a dramatist, but I’m not a very good arguer, even with myself. I live a fairly uninteresting and unemployed life, so I have fairly uninteresting and unemployed thoughts.
I’m not sure how it works, but it most certainly keeps on working.
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notasgothastheysayweare
This may sound slightly conceited but, I assure you, it is not. For most of my life I have felt that my brain works differently than others I know. In conversation my mind often comes to different conclusions than the people I am speaking with, which sometimes lands me in strange situations where I have to explain my train of thought (maybe it was good practice for this).
It’s hard explaing it, but I think my thoughts are mostly visual. The majority of what goes on in my mind are flashbacks or memories jumping from one to another. Each thing I think of reminds me of something else and an image pops into my head. That image then leads me to another and so on. I can just sit and follow memories in a sequence for hours.
And conversely I think about the future a lot. Still in images though. Pictures of what could happen. I worry about college and my school work, plan out different life paths for myself. I’m scared because I know I want something, but I don’t know what it is yet.
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projectgrimm
That is probably the hugest question you could ask someone ever. Everything goes on in my mind and it works like a torrent of water.
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