Adaptation

Just need to get this down, before feeding the kid and hooking up my headset/mic so's I can give "talking" my blog and ... attempting the voice or speech interface of driving one's computer. 

The thing that others perceive as the person who is "me" - it's really, at best, a representation or a facsimile... no not a copy, a...  well, it's the interface, or interface , that is interacting with them.  The mind, well --- the speed of thought, for some - myself anyway - is just way faster than the speed of speech.  Like, for me, the idea of thinking out loud is ludicrous - beyond just verbalizing one or two specific thoughts anyway.   I couldn't possibly speak quickly enough to narrate, to verbalize, that mess.  By the time I speak a sentence, I've had dozens of separate thoughts - at least.  The sentence is, of course, often made far less comprehensible no doubt.  By the sound of it, you'd think that with all that time available, that every sentence spoken would be a gem, a true work of brilliance.  Heh.  Well, it is for some, more so than others - certainly more than I.  My problem is, I'm not really in control, not truly the master of my mind.  I envision trying to ride a wild horse that doesn't like being ridden, being sat on.  That's how I picture trying to "drive" this thing.  So - the fact that speech is a slow medium relative to thought means nothing, in terms of being able to do something amazing with any individual verbalization.  Sometimes I feel lucky to get a sentence, any sentence, out - in a semi-coherent manner.  I started out thinking about when I was a child - a bright, semi-precocious yet very naive (i.e. not street smart) child.  I started doing that supposed thinking-out-loud thing, I think in response to having just watched a movie that had a ton of voice-over narrative, y'know - inner thoughts stuff, done in voice-over.  Nic Cage was really damn good.  Guy has evolved a ton.  This was a movie done nine years ago too, 2002.  Oh well, better late than never.  I have to go do that feed-the-kid thing.  Eh.  My dog's my kid.  Maybe you understand.

My point about what others perceive as the person we are - just that it's clearly just the person we present.  Since most folks, in their daily lives anyway, are generally honest and not continuously duplicitous, then it's likely that the person presented is a fair representation of what's going on inside.  No way to be certain of that - not always - but it's probably safe to go ahead and assume it in most situations.  As far as really knowing someone - well, that is probably a lifelong endeavor for most reasonably intelligent people.  Maybe worthwhile every so often.  And of course there are exceptions - the rambling barrage of the over-sharer, the occasional verbal-dysentary afflicted narrator of one's own life.  There are always exceptions.  For me - I don't even know me.  Would probably make it difficult to be very good at acting - at least according to some.  Then again, perhaps I do, and don't see it clearly - a recurring problem for me.  Heh.  Oh yeah - kid.  food.  now.