So interesting! I live my life as if the blindfold had just come off after a pin the tail on the donkey game ... the world swirls around me. I get off the northbound freeway to buy gas, and end up getting back on going southbound somehow, perplexed that the freeway signs advertise the places I had just been. My husband and sons have compasses in their heads. My eldest at 4 years old could point North from anywhere, inside or outside.
It doesn't surprise me at all that emotional distress can throw an extra wrench in orientation. There's a reason we talk about being Off Kilter sometimes.
Thanks, Sabra! It fascinates me how the brain works. I know quite a few people who call themselves "directionally challenged." I have zero context, because for me it's like an extra sense that I've just always had to compensate for the sense I didn't know I lacked.
I love your description of living your life as though the blindfold just came off. I can imagine the disorientation! You should write. 😉
So interesting! I live my life as if the blindfold had just come off after a pin the tail on the donkey game ... the world swirls around me. I get off the northbound freeway to buy gas, and end up getting back on going southbound somehow, perplexed that the freeway signs advertise the places I had just been. My husband and sons have compasses in their heads. My eldest at 4 years old could point North from anywhere, inside or outside.
It doesn't surprise me at all that emotional distress can throw an extra wrench in orientation. There's a reason we talk about being Off Kilter sometimes.
I'm glad your compass points true now, Karen!
Thanks, Sabra! It fascinates me how the brain works. I know quite a few people who call themselves "directionally challenged." I have zero context, because for me it's like an extra sense that I've just always had to compensate for the sense I didn't know I lacked.
I love your description of living your life as though the blindfold just came off. I can imagine the disorientation! You should write. 😉