Something really obvious dawned on me recently.
I think I join most of the rest of our species in having figured out, at some point in my own developmental odyssey (very odd issey, I should say) that although sensory input comes from “out there,” and we actually receive it only “in here,” most of us can usually tell the difference.
I say “usually” because I am, and have been for as long as I can remember, somewhat burdened with tinnitus – ringing in the ears. That, I’m finally clear, comes from “in here.” Though I did wonder at one point whether it was EMF static from the power lines – or whether I was receiving Mars in my fillings. That would be out there for sure.
But when I had myself checked by an otolaryngologist (that word – “otolaryngologist” – how my logorreehick heart sings) he said, with disarming simplicity, “That’s what ears do. They hear things.” Would that we logorreehicks could be that succinct.
Anyway, my point. Differentiating between what goes on in here and out there.
Physically it seems I’m usually up to the challenge. Emotionally, though, it’s a different story. And when I get confused like that, I actually get sick. Physically sick, I mean. My emotions tell me all is not well, and voilà. Don’t feel well. Am actually not well. Very not well. Start showing marked, dramatic, and undeniable symptoms of physical unwellness. I’ll spare you the details.
I tried to explain this interesting theory to Bugs.
He is such a nice boy.
Bugs struggles to stay awake.
Many thanks to Glogirly and Katie for their extraordinary patience in holding Bean’s hand, as she labored long and hard to figure out how to accomplish this nifty gif. image. I hope they think all that work was worth it. The Bean does. Bugs isn’t so sure.