Aprosexia – Hyperprosexia – Paraprosexia – yup that’s me


Aprosexia, an abnormal inability to pay attention, characterized by near-complete indifference to everything. Opposite is hyperprosexia, meaning to concentrate on one thing to the exclusion of everything else; and, paraprosexia, meaning the inability to pay attention to anyone thing (a state of constant distraction).

When I find myself under duress, I believe that the word aprosexia is exactly what I am.  I can’t focus, I am easily distracted and it’s not because I can’t focus, it is more because I really just don’t care about what you are trying to get me to care about.  I just do not care.  Nothing you can do or say will bring me back from where ever I am.

Ironically, I am also very much almost completely the opposite.  I have been accused of being incredibly hyperprosexia when I am really into something.  I can be so deeply focused on just ONE thing that I get angry when I am in the middle of it and just want to be left alone.  There are special things that have me intensely occupied and when someone attempts to distract me from completing that special project I can quietly lose my mind.  This happens when I am working on an art project, reading a really good book, or just trying to get an important task done.

However, if there was ever a word that described me almost completely, it would likely be paraprosexia.  I am very good at being easily distracted.  I am great at multi-tasking because I operate better when there are a million things going on at the same time.  I tell circular stories.  I can start a joke, get distracted with my thoughts, my words, my ideas and my actions, and eventually get to the punchline.  My mind is often working overtime like these dancers in Nepal.  Crazy colors, sounds, and movement.  It’s my favorite place to be.

savage; boheme; Herry; Jonathan; Divine; hubner; Judy; quest; marie

Strikhedonia


Strikhedonia (n.) – Origin: Greek  – Definition: The pleasure of being able to say “to hell with it!”

I did it on a whim, just for the hell of it.  There was no particular reason, rhyme, or directive.  I can’t say the devil made me do it, I was not goaded into action. I didn’t have to do it. It wasn’t right or wrong.  It wasn’t even to satisfy a whim.  It was there and I did it. No apologies. No regrets.  Now, it seems, I can’t stop.

“My body is my journal, and my tattoos are my story.”
― Johnny Depp

“Believe it or not, some of us have piercings and tattoos and dye our hair because we think it looks pretty, not for any deep sociological reason. This isn’t an act of protest against cultural or social repression. It’s not a grand, deliberately defiant gesture against capitalists or feminists or any other social group. It’s not even the fashion equivalent to sticking two fingers up at the world. The boring truth of it, Gabriel, is that I don’t dress like this to hurt my parents or draw attention to myself or make a statement. I just do it because I think it looks nice. Disappointed?”
― Alex Bel

Just do it:  Abigail; Brad; Dave; Manishasky; asantapied; savannah; akindheart; jojo; Michael; cat; Deb; 12raisins; jolens; nishabd; hobbo; Ray; Adrienne; Joana

Day 9 – Miles of Memories


“Not all those who wander are lost.”
~J.R.R. Tolkien

“Wherever you go becomes a part of you somehow.”
~Anita Desai

“What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? – it’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.”
~Jack Kerouac

“We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.”
~anaïs nin

“I have found out that there ain’t no surer way to find out whether you like people or hate them than to travel with them.”
~Mark Twain

“But that’s the glory of foreign travel, as far as I am concerned. I don’t want to know what people are talking about. I can’t think of anything that excites a greater sense of childlike wonder than to be in a country where you are ignorant of almost everything. Suddenly you are five years old again. You can’t read anything, you have only the most rudimentary sense of how things work, you can’t even reliably cross a street without endangering your life. Your whole existence becomes a series of interesting guesses.”
~Bill Bryson

Inspiring journeys: Giseny; journeys; Scenic; mcconnel: Pena; Angela; seattle; nathan; cashmere; bali; Liam; journeyman; andysworld

Favorite faces Favorite places


“For a moment at least, be a smile on someone else’s face.” 
― Dejan Stojanovic, The Sun Watches the Sun

Faces are really beautiful to me.

Nigerian Faces I loved

What do you think is the world’s most recognisable container of information? It’s the human face. We are constantly reading each other and responding.

Jan Chipchase

Faces I loved in Nepal

Who sees the human face correctly: the photographer, the mirror, or the painter?

Pablo Picasso

Beautiful faces in Venezuela

There’s nothing more interesting than the landscape of the human face.

Irvin Kershner

Beautiful and crazy faces in Korea

 

Other posts on faces from Where’s My Backpack

Figments, Middleton, Food Face, Elizabeth, Cee, A frog, Le Drake, Oh danny Boy, Quotidian, Lady Lee, Woolley, Tanzania, Sue Judd, Elizabeth, Mecyme, Regional

Little ens..


Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.

Behold the little’ens…

Youngsters