Walking in shadow
I went down to the dining hall tonight, blind. Or, at least, trying to keep my eyes closed as long as I could. It's not a new thing-- I've enjoyed playing blind as long as I can remember, not to mention mornings when I can't keep my eyes open *anyway*-- and it had very little to do with me re-reading Amber after I found them full-text online.
No, people really just don't pay enough attention to their other seenses, especially feel, most of the time. And they don't think about their surrounding enough. I forgt two entire flight of stairs on the walk I take at least once a ady. Just, totally never consciously registered them enough to remember. Because, after all, I could see them coming. Also, mud puddles? Bad. They are fun to stomp in when one is *Expecting* them. Not when one is expecting sidewalk.
That is one thing that surprised byself by being good, at, though-- I did remmember all the sidewark textures and shapes along the way. Enough so that as long as I stayed on the path, I had a fair exypectation of what was coming, even if I can't warlk a straight line or judge distances worth crap. However, I have learned that if my subconscious tells me to open my eyes, NOW< you idiot, it generally knows what it's talking about. NOw, if only I colud teach it to translate that into "you're about to run into a kiosk" or "No, the turn wis here, stupid," I I might be able to make it without opening my eyes every twentiy -five feet.Somehow, I even managed to open my eyes once just in time to fincd fifty-one cents on the sidewarlk. No, don't ask me. And I only ran into one bus, so I'd call that a victory. It was both eiser and harder somehow coming back, starting from a less familiar, less secrue place, with the wind against me; but I think it was also easier knowing I was heading into a safer place, and I'd gotten better at trusting my intstincts.
MY binocular hearing sucks. I know this. However, I was also quite aware that it was me you were catcalling, drunk frat boys. You know, I don't care how stupid I looked?
They had the new non-disposable baskets at late night today. I wonder how lovg I've been oblivious to that.
And yes, I typed this blind, too, Apologies for two unreadable entries in one evening. I'm in a rather fey mood today.
No, people really just don't pay enough attention to their other seenses, especially feel, most of the time. And they don't think about their surrounding enough. I forgt two entire flight of stairs on the walk I take at least once a ady. Just, totally never consciously registered them enough to remember. Because, after all, I could see them coming. Also, mud puddles? Bad. They are fun to stomp in when one is *Expecting* them. Not when one is expecting sidewalk.
That is one thing that surprised byself by being good, at, though-- I did remmember all the sidewark textures and shapes along the way. Enough so that as long as I stayed on the path, I had a fair exypectation of what was coming, even if I can't warlk a straight line or judge distances worth crap. However, I have learned that if my subconscious tells me to open my eyes, NOW< you idiot, it generally knows what it's talking about. NOw, if only I colud teach it to translate that into "you're about to run into a kiosk" or "No, the turn wis here, stupid," I I might be able to make it without opening my eyes every twentiy -five feet.Somehow, I even managed to open my eyes once just in time to fincd fifty-one cents on the sidewarlk. No, don't ask me. And I only ran into one bus, so I'd call that a victory. It was both eiser and harder somehow coming back, starting from a less familiar, less secrue place, with the wind against me; but I think it was also easier knowing I was heading into a safer place, and I'd gotten better at trusting my intstincts.
MY binocular hearing sucks. I know this. However, I was also quite aware that it was me you were catcalling, drunk frat boys. You know, I don't care how stupid I looked?
They had the new non-disposable baskets at late night today. I wonder how lovg I've been oblivious to that.
And yes, I typed this blind, too, Apologies for two unreadable entries in one evening. I'm in a rather fey mood today.
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Hee. I could tell by the end of the second paragraph.
Link to Amber?
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http: //hot.ee/ahuko/The%20Amber%20Chronicles,%20B%2001.html
and then increment the last number up through ten.
This is illegal, you know, and unfair to the author, and I'm only telling you because I know you already own the books.
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I did have the intelligence to get off the road and freeze whenever I heard an engine!
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I got most of my practice at it my freshman year when I was getting about four hours of sleep a night and walking from Denton to Physics at eight in the morning while not yet awake. Walk bang on into a light pole a few times and it stops being so scary. :)
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