For me, it always faded with time. Usually about a year and a half after my last relationship ended.

The premillennial shakes at McDonald’s, before they made them thick.

We Americans tend to like authority but distrust authority figures we don’t already agree with.

looking back, it has always been some variant of “to understand and be understood by another”

I wrote mine before reading yours, but vision zone and talk zone are exactly like my description.

The fantastic mind: This is what’s active when I read books, examine memories, do mathematics, and dream. Vision, sound, smell, texture, emotion, and kinaesthesia simulated and under some amount of control.

The word mind: Text and inflection and sound and meaning. This is what’s active when I speak or sing, whether internally or aloud (and I’m more or less constantly doing one or the other when awake, usually aloud but not always).

The reactive mind: Processing inputs, forming connections, and responding to them. This is what activates during empathic conversation, when making jokes, and during most kinds of problem-solving. Mostly below the conscious level, and the responses are left to the word mind to use or not use (in conversation), or the fantastic mind to visualize and examine (in problem-solving).

The guts: Some might call this “the intuitive mind” but mine is full of crap. It gives me anxiety about things for no good reason. It also tells me to stop what I’m doing and check on time-sensitive agenda needing my attention, so I do attend when it flares up, but it’s not great about giving direction to do something, just to stop or avoid things. It’s like a smoke detector that goes off randomly, but also when there’s smoke. No false negatives, so you keep using it, but lots of false positives.

Generally, as an introvert, the fantastic mind is active best when I’m alone or at least in calm, familiar surroundings.

The reactive mind I find somewhat draining to use but usually that’s compensated for by the results: emotional connections, jokes, problems solved, recognition at work. But I don’t really control its outputs, only whether or not I use them; if a task goes in and nothing comes out, that’s the ballgame; I might not even remember there’s a task anymore until something reminds me.

The word mind is closest to the decision-making process, and so I tend to think of it as the most “me” even though it’s not fully under my control.

And the guts, well, you know how I feel about that. It may be that the guts are the same thing as the reactive mind but acting on subconscious inputs rather than conscious ones, I suppose.

Obviously a little simplistic, but those are the four primary mental modes for me.

Kids. I’ve known that’s what I wanted since I was eight years old.

Because they have enough evidence to satisfy them that they should, if they’re rational; because they were taught to and never questioned it through self-examination, if they’re not.

Note that evidence is not the same as proof; other users have pointed out examples of evidence such as ‘testimony from trusted authorities such as parents’ and ‘personal spiritual experiences’ and since those answers were very detailed I won’t repeat them here.

still catching up on Bridgerton, me

Brown sauce is not nearly as popular as hotsauce where I am. I always have a bottle of A1 and a bottle of catsup, but I typically have a half dozen each of mustards and hotsauces.

Editing to add I always have a jar of homemade chimichurri ready to go as well.

ie. “the way they’re historically defined” vs. “making shit up”

Sure, if we’re close.

I love the sticky note idea! I’m going to try it as soon as I remember to buy sticky notes in four months.

typo but I’mma leave it

I think you already know that all the food ones are taken.

She’s a skinny blonde with an angular face. That’s not for everybody, and it’s not for me.

Because why wife is hotter than both and a better cook.

I used to work out in the Black Hills during the Sturgis motorcycle rally, and I would see a fatal accident almost every day.

One time I was the first responder; the guy was intoxicated or otherwise impaired, just drifted right into the guardrail and flipped over the handlebars. The hike kept going down the road for a quarter mile. The other staffer and I stopped our van and put the hazards on, gave first aid until an EMS tech showed up; this was before cell service was reliable in the mountains. The guy had a huge gash across his chest and had landed on the end of a cliff, a strip maybe a yard wide between the guardrail and a fatal plunge. He was still alive when we left the scene.

That was one of the milder accidents.

Assuming that by “PC” you mean desktop computers, that’s what I prefer for gaming.

I’d prefer a somewhat “smart” app that could highlight the next most important task from a list.

But what actually works best for me is a bullet journal.