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I have a fairly well-developed sense of kinesthesia (the awareness of your body's position
relative to your surroundings -- Olympic high-divers have an ACUTE sense of this). It helps
keep me upright, and keeps me from bumping into things, getting into peoples' way, and
literally walking INTO doors and stuff.
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I'm usually pretty good at survival-mode awareness of potentially dangerous situations.
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I'm a good and considerate grocery-shopper to a large degree because of this.
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However, QUITE often I have no sense of my normal surroundings -- ESPECIALLY very familiar
surroundings.
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This was never quite so evident as when there was a MrsMiddleFingerMom, I would often come
home to find her waiting excitedly and expectantly (no, she wasn't pregnant). She would look
at me and say, "Well?"
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I would know
something was different. Something
MAJOR. Something I better damn well notice.
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INSTANT PANIC!!!! (ohno ohno ohno ohno is-it-her-hair-her-clothes-a-new-painting-on-the-
wall-did-she-rearrange-the-living-room-different-makeup-perfume-what-what-what-what-
what-what-
FORGOODNESSSAKE WHAT!!!!!!!
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MAYBE I guessed correctly once or twice.
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Maybe.
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