I have wondered about this You Are My Sunshine Softball Sunflower shirt. Sometimes when I am lying down at night, or if I am really really tired, I hear jumbled up voices. I promise that if I descend in schizophrenia, I will catalog this online since I find it fascinating. It does get kind of exhausting. I have a song running on repeat through my mind 100 percent of the time. Literally 24/7 of my waking hours. I don’t know what that is about either. Right now, I don’t even know the full name of the song, but “kiss me, I’m still breathing'” is going around and around and around. I find that valium, Xanax, and Ritalin shut this off.
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I don’t take them, because I don’t want addictions, but I occasionally use them to get a reprieve from the noise. You Are My Sunshine Softball Sunflower shirt. People tell me that my brain is going all the time, but it is a calmer pace, more of a constantly mulling over things. It sounds like your brain is constantly on full blast, yelling ideas at you. I have often been told that I am strange. That’s fine, but recently I started thinking about how to describe my strangeness. I am of above average intelligence, empathetic towards animals and humans to less extent. The real difference, I think, is in how I process information. Every tiny bit of information that enters my brain causes a massive chain reaction of connections. Usually, 10-50 within seconds. For example, if I see a picture of something, I connect it to many other thoughts, images and ideas in milliseconds. Are your brains also like this?
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If not, and you would like to know what I am talking about, post a picture or a word and I will You Are My Sunshine Softball Sunflower shirt with what goes on in my brain. Maybe everyone’s head does this? This is so interesting to me. The thing that spurred this is that I saw a picture of someone petting a raccoon. The person’s hand was out of focus, but on their wrist was a blurry tattoo that said “269” my mind whirled through a series of images that almost looked like snapshots, and I realized that it was the symbol for some animal activist group I read about years ago. My wife always comments how bizarre it is that I remember these tiny details, but pretty much everything sees is connected to quite a few other images in my mind.