Non-Verbal Language Schizoid Symposium

[Stay Puft]

Give your hints and tips on Non-Verbal Language. How to make it more easy and intuitive for the conscious thinker.

I have my own conclusions on this matter, but I'm interested in your thoughts and feedback.

By the way, I'm new here. Seems like an interesting place.

[Trevor Salyzyn]

Leave the city and raise horses. It's pretty difficult to figure this out if you're not schizoid, so take a few hits of cid just to be sure.

[Philosophaster]

Non-Verbal Language

[Stay Puft]

So far, only inspiring insights... Always perfectionists. You know, I won't mind if something you say will sound stupid.

[Trevor Salyzyn]

Not another of you.

[Stay Puft]

Maybe it's the avatar...

[Trevor Salyzyn]

I didn't choose anything.

[Trevor Salyzyn]

In this post, I colour in how non-verbal language works. It took a month of thinking to get you an answer, although the answer wasn't in this thread. Kind of a coincidence you reappeared after a month, no?

Jason and skip,

"The sage sees the world as an expansion of his own self."

I wasn't expecting anyone to find anything common in my experience, so I'll tell a story that fleshes out this quote somewhat better than my abstraction about treating subconsciousness as consciousness did.

Earlier this month, I was sitting in the Central Academic Building, people-watching (junk food for the soul). It was packed with students, and there was a line of at least thirty people at Tim Horton's. From my chair, I had a view of all their faces.

At some point, I noticed that a girl in line was looking at me. As soon as our eyes met, she started talking a lot louder to her friends, and her movements became extremely animated. She kept looking over at me to see if I was amused. It reminded me of the reaction I get from children, and the corner of my lip curled in a smile. I'm not sure how much of the shy smile was deliberate, but I certainly glanced away despite myself.

She bought her coffee and disappeared. Several minutes later, I stretched at what I thought a random moment, and out of the sheerest coincidence, as I was turning to crack my back, she was walking toward me with a friend. There had been no way I would have known she was coming back. This time, I simply ignored her. I was kind of unnerved by the coincidence. The timing was too perfect, almost choreographed.

The last I saw of her, over all the noise of CAB, I heard her say a word, a little too loudly. Already, and even though I had never seen this girl before as far as I know, I could recognize her voice. "Sorry." As far as her consciousness extends, it was part of a different conversation.

Just as if I had been dealing with a dog, I can abstract a meaningful dialogue from this, but the fact is that I viewed the world in the exact same introverted, self-aware way that I view myself. The world, her included, was responding fluidly to me, with actions in the world building and expanding upon my own thoughts and actions.

[windhawk]

"...everybody knows that a dog wearing clothes is still a dog"