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I heard something creak in the wall, perhaps a pipe, perhaps someone twisting a rusty nozzle in the apartment above, but I initially had attributed the sound to my stomach, because it was 5:00pm and I was hungry for dinner. When it started continuing for too long of a time any stomach could be capable of rumbling for, I felt embarrassed. I’ve always harbored suspicions that my sensory faculties are seriously impaired. In the hall, if I would hear a land phone ringing, I could swear it came from one end of the hallway when in actuality, it was coming from the other end.
Also, there was a time in middle school when I was playing in the grass with my friend, and we kicked off our shoes, and when play time came to an end, I started searching for my sandals to no avail. I saw my friend’s sandals, but they weren’t mine, of course, so I didn’t give them a second thought. My friend then fumbled around with her necklace, and strategically let the pendant drop in front of her feet, and since I was standing right next to her, I hastily stooped down and swooped back up with pendant in hand. I distractedly gave her a smile and dropped it into her outstretched palm, and then began a frantic search for my sandals again (with thoughts running through my head, “Ooooh, my mom’s gonna kill me. I keep on losing things. She’ll never buy me anything again like she threatens to do.”) My friend, clearly baffled by this point, gave in and kicked my shoes off her feet.
Well, not only does this illustrate a sensory impairment, but an impairment of my logic. (I noticed there were sandals on her feet, and so I should have registered that since I saw her sandals on the grass, the only possilbility was that she was wearing mine.)
Also, there was a time in middle school when I was playing in the grass with my friend, and we kicked off our shoes, and when play time came to an end, I started searching for my sandals to no avail. I saw my friend’s sandals, but they weren’t mine, of course, so I didn’t give them a second thought. My friend then fumbled around with her necklace, and strategically let the pendant drop in front of her feet, and since I was standing right next to her, I hastily stooped down and swooped back up with pendant in hand. I distractedly gave her a smile and dropped it into her outstretched palm, and then began a frantic search for my sandals again (with thoughts running through my head, “Ooooh, my mom’s gonna kill me. I keep on losing things. She’ll never buy me anything again like she threatens to do.”) My friend, clearly baffled by this point, gave in and kicked my shoes off her feet.
Well, not only does this illustrate a sensory impairment, but an impairment of my logic. (I noticed there were sandals on her feet, and so I should have registered that since I saw her sandals on the grass, the only possilbility was that she was wearing mine.)