I notice a lot of things. Too many things, to be exact.
I notice when my house is one degree warmer than usual. I notice signs. I notice small specs of dust in photographs. I notice irony. Like someone creating a website evoking an obscure 1970s rock magazine to promote his “cutting edge” social media skills.
I notice trends. I notice textures. I notice invisible hints of ingredients buried under more obvious ones.
I notice camera movements in film. I notice the focal length of lenses being used. I notice colors. I notice the beautiful prose of ordinary existence. I notice pretension.
I notice light. I notice shapes. I notice the blink-or-you’ll-miss-it jokes hidden in plain sight. I notice significant meaning in small human exchanges.
I notice puns. I notice connections. I notice when my partner is 10% quieter than usual as punishment for leaving the dishes in the sink only later to learn she was deep in thought about buying Taylor Swift tickets.
Like I said, I notice too much.
But mostly, I notice how I notice the outside world. I’m able to tune in to what I think and how I feel at any moment.
It’s a quality that allows me to connect with others. To help them think and feel just the same. It’s also a quality of anxiety.
David McRaney wrote about the keyhole bias. The things you pay attention to create your moment to moment perception of reality.
Welcome to my reality.
Like I said, I notice too much.
But mostly, I notice how I notice the outside world. I’m able to tune in to what I think and how I feel at any moment.
It’s a quality that allows me to connect with others. To help them think and feel just the same. It’s also a quality of anxiety.
David McRaney wrote about the keyhole bias. The things you pay attention to create your moment to moment perception of reality.
Welcome to my reality.