You say “apple” to me and I’m #1, glossy skin, insides, all that
And how in the hell does one navigate life, or enjoy a book, if they’re not a #1?! Reading a book is like watching a movie. I subconsciously assign actor’s faces to characters and watch as the book rolls on.
Yet #5’s are not handicapped in the slightest. They’re so “normal” that mankind is just now figuring out we’re far apart on this thing. Fucking weird.
EDIT: Showed this to my wife and she was somewhat mystified as to what I was asking. Pretty sure she’s a 5. I get frustrated as hell when I ask her to describe a thing and she’s clueless. “Did the radiator hose pop off, or is it torn and cracked?” “I don’t know!”
EDIT2: The first Star Wars book after the movie came out was Splinter in the Mind’s Eye. I feel like I got that title. What’s it mean to you?
Yeah, I did a few of those tests for my ADHD diagnosis last year. I’m in the 99th percentile for spatial reasoning. I’m also a 5 on this scale. I can see a puzzle piece and know where it fits in the puzzle. I can see a bunch of weirdly shaped blocks, and figure out how to put them into the shape I want. I was really good at those “you have a bunch of geometric shapes, make them look like a dog” types of things as a kid. My shrink was visibly shocked at how quickly I flew through that section of the test, because the primary limiting factor was how quickly I could rearrange the pieces.
But I can’t fucking picture any of it in my mind. If I have a sketch pad, I can draw a scaled floor plan of my house. But I can’t picture what my furniture looks like. I can describe it. I know what it looks like. But I can’t picture it. Part of my current job involves making scaled drawings. I’m sure that’s not related at all \s