Playing with your intuition

Sorry, I was going to post, and I was going to say that maybe he thought there were animals around or something... I just was feeling to lazy to follow it up! SORRY!

 

Nobody is leaving new scenerios!
WHAT DO I DO NOW?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Make one up?

(I got nothing)

 

Ok. I will!
You're blindfolded in a 3ft x 3ft box. You don't remember how you got their, or where it is. The last thing you remember is Shai Gar holding a baseball bat. What do you do?

 

Protect my butthole?

 

The young man was foraging for mushrooms in the wood. As he was the impetuous and impatient sort, he mowed down on a few in his hand, never minding to inspect the sort that they were.

Soon, the chilly breeze began to feel like the teasing tongues of the sylphs. They sang a taunting song to him, their voices ripping belligerently through the gnarled limbs of trees. Their laughter was heard in the windchimes dangling from a nearby shack, long abandoned.

Strong sapplings were growing through the collapsed roof. The young man hurried to the shack as the sun dipped below the horizon. But as he neared, there stood an old crone on the porch in an opaque white cotton sleeping gown. Through the dilapidated veranda on which she stood, burst through crooked hands. As dusk descended, the wind picked up and the sylphs bellowed a haunting limerick. The limbs of the black skeletal trees swayed like the tendrils of an underwater sea creature as the sky broke to pour forth it's rain.


(Probably got a bit carried away there.)

 

Why does the title of this thread sound dirty?

And do our solutions have to have any ground in reality what so ever?

 

You just started this thread today. My intuition tells me that's not enough time for everyone to find it and reply yet.

Oh nos! It's getting dark and I'm only half way to Grandma's! Do I keep going? Or do I run back home? I'm afraid of the dark... Which way do I round?! *Math class nostalgia*

 

Well, first off I'm feeling uneasy cause apparently I took a walk in the forest, it's getting dark and I don't have no fucking matches, food, shelter, compass, cell phone etc.

A chilly wind could indicate that winds are out of the North- Northwest...Where I grew up that means a cold front is on the way in. Depending on what time of year this is could mean a cold rain which will likely leave me hypothermic come morning if I don't get to shelter some nightfall.

I could be uneasy because I'm all alone. Cut off from the possibility of human intervention (there is a BIG difference between choosing to be completely alone, and being completely isolated). There is no telling what is creeping around. Dusk is when the deer are most active, so it follows that the critters that eat the deer would be most active too. I'd hate to find myself crossing under the lofty perch of a hungry cougar.

I'm probably thinking about my cold feet and empty stomach at this point. As well as cursing myself for apparently making a wrong turn somewhere and getting myself lost. I'm probably also promising myself that when (if) I get back to civilization and cable television I'll pay closer attention to people like Les Stroud and Bear Grylls.

Then I'm going to curse whoever it was that took me out on this ill-equiped hike in the first place. Whilst trudging along on feet becoming increasingly insensitive to the earth beneath them I'll probably make several vows that I'll good-intentionally intend on honoring, resolve to be a better person in society, and apologise for everything I've done....and in the next breath imagine exactly what I plan on doing to my companions who led me thus astray.

I can think of several scenarios involving cayenne pepper, tenderizing mallets and pastry cutters. Or maybe something with ants, honey, and handcuffs.

In any case, I'm probably going to review the events leading up to this predicament and then take great care never to repeat the experience.

 

If I was the character I would be feeling melancholic. (of course I'm almost always like this anyways)

-Everything is peaceful and quiet; that's the problem the character might feel isolated; he also might feel a bit of dread knowing the sun is going down and it's making might feel anxious that it will soon be very dark and that he will be stuck camping alone in a damp forest.

-He might also feel trapped because the only way to escape his isolation is to keep moving forward into a depressive forest even though his destination will still be far away. (home sickness is also possible.

-What ever he is seeing might be making him nostalgic and being alone might amplify his thoughts and feelings on himself or his memories of back home. This might also cause him to (in his mind) over drama-phy the suckishness of his current situation.

-He also might have a phobia related to whatever situation he is in.


Scenario:

A women who loves fashion and carefully selects her clothes is constantly being given complements for her outfits ,but for whatever reason feels embarrassed, or ridiculed by them. But neither or less it doesn't stop her from dressing the way she does. Why might she feel this way? And why do her feelings not stop her from dressing that way?

 

- she feels negative because she is conforming to what everyone else deems is good style [thus, receiving constant compliments from others on her outfits]....but what she chooses to wear doesn't reflect her personal favorite or unique taste.

- she feels "ridiculed" by the compliments because she doesn't believe they are sincere. she thinks that people are just complimenting her because they assume she's a fashionista [due to her passion for it and the time she spends in choosing her wardrobe]. still, she likes the compliments, though. so, she continues to dress the same way.

- she feels "embarrassed" because of the constant attention she gets. yet, deep down, she enjoys the recognition...and continues to dress the same way in order to get compliments.




scenario:
You keep putting yourself in situations you actually hate or dislike to be in. [For instance...You are a member of the Debate Club for many years, even though you don't enjoy arguing and/or public speaking. ...You've been to Stagecoach multiple times, even though you can't stand country music. Etc.Etc.Etc.]
Are there legitimate reasons why you would keep doing that ?

 

Why might she feel this way?

The clothes draw attention to herself, she might feel that while the others are paying attention to her outfit they may pay notice other details about her, essentially all the attention makes her feel exposed and vulnerable.

And why do her feelings not stop her from dressing that way?

While feeling exposed may be painful at least while she is complimented she may feel somewhat accepted. Feeling exposed is preferable to possible rejection.

 

Because it takes two to tango. And in the heat of the moment I probably said some things that weren't appropriate, nice etc.

Since I want to remain friends I apologize for my behavior (face to face...cause that email and text and phone shit isn't couth) and the awful things I said to her face. I tell her that I agree that we'll just have to disagree and that I won't bring the topic back up.

Then I leave her alone for some cooling off time and I wait to see if things will level back out
or if the friendship is over. Either way, I can walk away with a clean conscious, although we may never be as buddy-buddy as we were before the blow out.


Hmmmm Apparently I didn't read the rules before I posted previously....Sorry Relaxingmelody.

~Scenario~

You're on a trans-pacific flight. The plane is full and behind you has been seated one of the nauseatingly permissive mothers with her three year old boy. The kid has spent the past three hours (of a 16 hour flight) kicking your chair, poking your head, yelling, screaming, shouting, generally uber disruptive. After a particularly nasty blow to the head with a wooden car what do you do?

 

I'd snatch the car out of the kid's hand and turn and look him in the eyes, smiling. 'hello little boy. I recognise this car. I made it. I'm a Christmas Elf, and I work for Father Christmas in his workshop. I make toys and I help Santa draw up the naughty and nice List. You know what that means? No more Christmas presents for you. Not from Santa anyway. No. Any christmas presents you get from now on will be made by the Goblins and delivered to you on Christmas Eve by the Goblin King. Goblins put curses on the toys they give to the naughty kids. They look like normal toys, but if you play with them, something bad will happen to you. Something very bad. Don't cry. I'm only joking. Or am I? Merry Christmas, kid. What madam? Oh I'm just wishing your lovely boy here a Merry Christmas. Merry christmas to you too.



Scenario:

An elderly relative knitted you a sweater. It is seriously the most hideous thing you've ever seen. Cream and khaki and puce zig zagged with pink and lime green. You thank her, as graciously as possible. 'That's alright' she says. 'You can wear it when I come to watch you give your speech' (The speech can be whatever you would fear - infront of your class or work colleagues or crush - whatever) 'I'll be sitting at the back with your mom. I'll be so proud to see you in my sweater'.
What would you do?

 

- You smile and thank her graciously and tell her how much you wish you could wear the sweater. But your very sorry that you had already promised your mom to wear the new outfit she had just bought for the occasion.

Scenario:

For the past few weeks a man has been having a reoccurring dream about eating his favorite food. In the dream after he eats his favorite food then gets sick and throws up. As a result he's avoided eating his favorite food. One day his is invited to a party and he is forced to chose between his favorite food and the food he despises. Afraid that he'll get sick he eats his least favorite but later that afternoon he gets sick and throws up. As a result the man now avoids his least favorite food and his favorite food.

Is the man a victim of circumstance?
Or a self defeatist?

 

Hmm, I was expecting something interesting, instead I get all this touchy feely scenarioes.

How about this, you're an assassin, and you are set out on a mission to kill a very important political figure. This political figure is being escorted to an Hotel in an armored car from an unknown location sometime during the 28th of June, and he will stay there during the night. The armored car will arrive in an underground parking lot with heavy surveillance, and three bodyguards will escort him to the nearest elevator which takes him to his room (first the floor then the room ofc). However you have no idea which room he will go to nor which floor.

When he arrives at his hotel room, 2 guards will stay outside the entrance, while 1 is inside. The next day he will leave at an unknown time to an unknown location.