retrolental_morose 1 points 3y ago
This is a fascinating discussion, so please, don't hold back on the weirder thoughts.
I'd not given much thought to the way I think before, and have not really come up with much of a decent way of describing it.
You know how instrumental music can be melody without words? Well, I suppose my best descriptor is that my thoughts are words without sound. If I want to I can "picture" (or re-hear, almost) how things sounded: my own voice, voices of others, remembered clips from things I've seen on TV etc. I also get music stuck in my head sometimes, whether that's classical music or lines from songs. But if I think to myself, no. There's no associated mental or inner voice or perceived sort of inner sound. Of course when people speak to me in my dreams I hear their voices - not that they'd necessarily say things they would to me in the waking world.
Interestingly, this holds true for when I read, either with text-to-speech (which I have set at about 600 wpm) or with Braille. Of course I hear the TTS voice when it reads to me, but the voice doesn't linger in my head when I remember what I have "read" anymore than the shapes of the Braille dots reside on my fingertips after I have finished with them. If you ask me to picture a letter, I picture the Braille (my daughter would often ask in her younger days "which way does a d go?" and my immediate and automatic response would be "the other way round to an f", which doesn't work for print (a Braille d, f, h and j have a degree of symmetry). But I don't picture anything more than letters (or contractions, which are braille patterns used to represent commonly-used groups of letters such as "the" and "tion"), and then only when making a conscious effort to think about what they look like. I have always imagined that I have to store things I read mentally in a different way (if I have used text to speech I have not physically read them, and if I have read them I have not processed them by ear, but I need to keep the data in my head regardless of the input method). How scientifically justifiable that is I have no idea, but if I pull up a mental line of dialogue from a Shakespeare play or extract from a memorised part of a textbook the words are just ... in my head, neither sound nor Braille nor anything visual. I can imagine how they would feel beneath my fingers or with what inflection or mispronunciations they would come out of the speech synthesizer if I try, but both of those require a conscious transformative thought process.
Colour is one of those things that I feel like I get wrong because I have to fake it. I imagine colour, to me, is like the sound a dog hears through a whistle that Humans cannot perceive. One of those things that I know to exist and to be accessible to a number of people that I am just not one of. I have learned the mnemonics for colours of the rainbow, I understand the science behind wavelengths of light and darker colours absorbing heat from light, and how colour can change (foodstuffs going bad, for example, or sun bleaching hair or skin).
But day-to-day, colour is not part of my world. I have to make a deliberate effort to check what colour clothes I am wearing if I need to know for some reason. I couldn't tell you, without a degree of thought, what colour hair my daughter has, what colour my pet dog is, etc. When she was younger she found it amazing to instruct our smart bulbs to change colour and that I could perceive no difference. If on getting ready for school she asks me to take the green water bottle rather than the red, I have to trust that nobody has rearranged them since I washed up and put the green at the front, then the orange, then the pink, purple then red.
Concepts of colour - the idea of multicolouredness, shades of colour, contrast between colours and the fact that some colours "go well together" and some don't are all things I have had to learn, and am still not sure I have right. Little things - like when having a game of cards with friends and a rule applies to only red cards means I have to process a little further than others, whereas if a rule only applies to queens or even-numberd cards, I feel I am at no disadvantage. The colour of the card is simply not a part of the card to me.
Sorry for the eeven longer rambling answer. It's interesting to have to think about concepts so fundamental to my existence.