I'm imagining conversations that never happened.?
I will think something happened, and it hasn't. It's complicated and confusing. I'm only a teenager, and no one wants to hear what I have to say. When I try to tell someone that I have a problem, they don't listen because they dont think it exists. It's only been an issue with the people close to me, thinking they just had bad memory. Lately, since i've started highschool it's been happening more often, and even with people I barely know. I simply want a possible answer. I want to be able to research the possible reasons, and hopefully one day find an answer. The problem with that is, I don't have a clue in the world what could be wrong. Please Help Me
Why do i forget conversations i've had?
This is definitely not an expert answer I am giving.... I do this sometimes and have found lately it has gotten worse as well... My biggest problem is the lapse of time it happened in... I can talk to someone today and tomorrow I will think I talked to them days ago... But, I also don't sleep well and I wonder if that does not have a lot to do with it... I feel like my brain cells have vanished... I as well as you can remember numbers and phone numbers from years ago... credit card numbers, band account info, ect... but, I will forget what I have told someone or that I made plans with them.. maybe it is a from of early dementia or alzheimers.... I hope not because I am too young to be facing this problem right now.... I don't think age has much to do with it though... I once had a friend go to the Dr. because he was not thinking right and couldn't remember things... His Dr. told him to eat a banana!! Seriously, that is what he said... potassium.... I laughed at the time, but bought banana's yesterday..... lol
Why do I play out conversations in my head?
All the time I find myself playing out conversations in my head to people, like telling stories of something that happened in my day or just anything really, sometimes how I am feeling Why is this? Is there something wrong with me? Also how do I stop doing this, it is soooo annoying Help please??
Have you ever had a pleasant, open-minded conversation about racism with someone of a different race?
Not only race but also religion. It was quite refreshing. I have a friend from Turkey and she and her husband are very interested in discussion how they are viewed and they are not predisposed to consider people's opinions invalid as so many people I know are. We discuss Christianity vs. Islam and I've gotten a better understanding of the religion from someone who is a devout follower. It hasn't changed my faith, just given me a greater understanding of theirs and I hope they feel the same. Race is a slightly more touchy issue. I tend to be leery of conversations about race relations but periodically I have a discussion of the differences between how different races experienced their childhood. Perception is an interesting discussion as well. Sometimes minorities will see racism where I do not simply because I'm Caucasian and overlook it, I admit that just as the more realistic minorities admit that they may sometimes see it in places it does not exist because of a heightened sensitivity.
What are some interesting things that happened to you or conversations you had that made you really think about life? Or reconsider how you understood something like happiness? Or some other philosophical type thing?
I highly recommend psychosis to anyone who is looking for a radical change in life perspective. I would consider my experiences with it opened my mind to new philosophies and paradigms I would have never considered. I have so many stories I could recount and I’ve shared some of these in other questions so I will try to share a story I haven’t told anyone yet.Have you ever been driving and you get somewhere but you don’t realize how you got there? Imagine being in your apartment alone and experiencing this phenomen on a larger scale. Perpetually falling in and out of consciousness with no recollection of what you were doing or how you got there and finding that things in your environment have been changed. I discovered what it must have felt like for our ancestors, living as an animal under pure instinct and no self awareness. The strangest part was that when I would become lucid I’d find things had been moved in my apartment. I was the only one there. It was like feeling possessed by a demon. In fact when I was in this state I could swear that I saw a tall dark figure in the reflection of my TV. I could feel this presence behind me constantly. It was as if death had come for me and my time was up, though I did eventually come to my senses it was an awful night of my life that I’ll never forget. It was like what people say about having the fear of God burned into your soul. I’m not very religious but I did grow up in the church. I have very bad memories around being abused by a catholic family so I think this played into my traumatic experience and why I was told that in my unconscious state I was speaking in prophetic terms. I said a lot of stuff about the kings of men and kingdoms (not necessarily of heaven) of some higher realms.Anyways the experience in its entirety made me look at my illness with a dose of reality. I now take anti-psychotics and they have really helped in keeping my head screwed on straight.Maybe one more part I’ll share. I felt like I was operating at a higher dimension of conscious thought. For whatever it is worth while I was “out of it” my mind was experiencing something that I cannot even conceptualize. The best I can explain it is that it felt like I was more than just my body, or more than my immediate environment. I felt connected to everything in a way I have never felt. A stronger bond than the infatuation of love, compassion even. This opened my heart in ways that literally shook me, I thought I was going to die.
Why don't girls ever initiate a conversation with boys?
I would like to slightly mend the question as, “Why don’t girls ever initiate a random conversation with strangers?”I was in Domino’s with my girl friends, when one of them dared me to approach a stranger guy sitting in another corner and tell him that he was smart. And seriously, he was. His other 3 friends were too. (shhh! we stalk too.) With a lot of encouragement, I mustered some strength to do it.Little shy in the beginning, I went there after a few minutes and said (with a smile), “Hey” and waited for his reply. He didn’t look at me and replied expressionlessly. I was obviously shocked. But I continued, “I think you are smart”.Reaction- All of them got up, took their pizza and went out. One of those guys came in after a minute to collect some tissues. Went out again.I stood there, embarrassed as hell, wondering, what just happened? It was such an awkward moment for me, while both my friends laughed their ass off.Why don’t we initiate conversation with strangers? The reasons maybe-Many a times, we assume that the guy might get a wrong idea about our motives. While we are genuinely asking for help, they might think we are hitting on them.We know that some guys are shy, or out of respect, won’t reply instantly. They think before saying anything, and so, the awkwardness follows. Especially the guys in engineering colleges, trust me.Based on the socials norms, a lot of girls are always afraid of trusting a stranger. Even if the guy asks their name, they are reluctant to answer, let alone the case of initiating a conversation.The general notion about an average looking guy in India isSo, we rarely approach random people without any selfish reasons (like want a help with the vehicle, or the bag is too heavy to carry etc.)I don’t know the actual case with the guys I met that day, but hell, that was the first and the last time I ever tried flirting with a stranger.Thanks for A2A Chirag jain.
Does an awkward conversation ruin my chances?
The last time i was talking to the girl i liked i was in a pretty down mood so our conversation was very strained. We tried to laugh and talk but it wasn't natural, but rather very awkward. Our conversation topics became really STUPID too.... Is it over for me now? Will she never be able to like me now?