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I sometimes pretend to have difficulty remembering peoples names. I recently discovered that if people don't know me well they can get unsettled if I recall their name, even after many months have passed since meeting them. I guess that's masking though.I'm similar in abilities, I never had to write a phone number down but soon discovered that I need to write it down anyway otherwise people think you're not taking them seriously and that you're just fobbing them off.
I'm the same with names and faces too, completely hopeless there. One trick I learned when I was young was to make jokes out of people's names in order to remember them, this was mostly only to do with people on the world stage though so that I could join in on conversations. I'm fine with people that I see on a regular basis.
Guess i'm just weird, too lolI remember hearing a joke when I was younger that people can be weird, but if they’re weird and rich, then they’re eccentric.
So, I’m just weird.
I am the same -- second step after seeing something interesting is to touch it to see how the fabric feels against skin.The way I shop for clothes is by feel. I go around pinching the fabric between my thumb and forefinger of anything I find interesting. The feel of the fabric is much more important than the appearance.
I started doing that in high school and considered it a badge of honorAt first, being called weird was taken as an insult. Eventually, I started to actually like the idea of being weird. To the point of thanking anyone for calling me weird.
I looked everywhere to find a cicada or nymph or shell this year--I heard them everywhere, but none to be seen.That is not a shell, but an actual cicada nymph prior to hatching.
I think I would have to say both. That is a compliment.
At first, being called weird was taken as an insult. Eventually, I started to actually like the idea of being weird. To the point of thanking anyone for calling me weird.
I started doing that in high school and considered it a badge of honor
That's from a Cosby, Stills and Nash song, referencing a man retaining his long hair. In the late 60's subculture, "freak" was a term of admiration and acceptance.I don't know where this comes from
but I was reminded of it:
"Let your freak flag fly"
Yesss so fun to learn (and comfortable too)I use the Dvorak keyboard. Also, hundreds of other things, although I try to keep the style stuff fairly normal.
I drew the line when I started to get fast at two fingers on Qwerty. For a long time I held out for a chord keyboard, until I met a user who said it was not really fast, at least for him. Since then, I've found a DSK option buried in the menus on everything I've used. However, the thinking takes far longer than the typing, so it does not make a big difference, and the cut and paste keys are in poor positions.Yesss so fun to learn (and comfortable too)
I’ve switched computers way too many times and stopped using it, I should go back to it...
Tried using voice command?and the cut and paste keys are in poor positions
No.Tried using voice command?
Handy with Photoshop. I can toggle about fifty different actions by voice including cutting, copying, and pasting. I can also have it select entire areas without having to lift a finger.Tried using voice command?
Amazing. I'm still trying to understand stuff I've been puzzled about for decades, so I don't add layers to the onion.Handy with Photoshop. I can toggle about fifty different actions by voice including cutting, copying, and pasting. I can also have it select entire areas without having to lift a finger.
Everything is an onion these days. Well, everything makes me want to cry these days so I'm assuming I'm surrounded by onions. Close enough for government work?I've been puzzled about for decades, so I don't add layers to the onion
I learned how to type on a manual typewriter as a requirement for graduation in high school--went through buckets of white out. I actually kind of miss them--there was an art to how you hit your fingers on the keys.I took typing at summer school when I was in high school. My mother insisted I learn it, probably worrying that I would need something to fall back on. I can type almost as fast as I can think on a QWERTY keyboard.
I have not tried the voice command, but I know people who cannot read or write (due to intellectual disabilities) who can communicate with texts because of the voice
Exactly! I learned on a manual typewriter too! And all the white out, even after electric typewriters were common.I learned how to type on a manual typewriter as a requirement for graduation in high school--went through buckets of white out. I actually kind of miss them--there was an art to how you hit your fingers on the keys.