Hm. Am I observant...
From an artistic standpoint, yes I am. An artist's greatest tool, better than their paper or canvas, their brush or pen, is their ability to observe. Their ability to see how light and shadow come together, how things move, how they grow, what shapes form them. Part of the reason so may say I am a good artist is because I can observe how things work in real life and transfer it to paper. It just makes sense to me. I learn more form the world around me--even from myself--than I ever could from a book or instructor.
From a puzzle-solving or searching standpoint, heck no. My eyes skirt right around the important things, and even when they're in incredibly obvious locations, I can't find anything--in real life or in a video game. You should never ask me to go retrieve something without specific directions as to its location, because I will probably never find it. Or at least, not for months until after I need it.
Continuous playing of various Zelda games has taught me how to puzzle-solve, to an extent, and as an intelligent person I don't struggle too much nowadays when it comes to puzzles. But my problem is that I look right over the important things.
From an emotional standpoint? It's hard to say. There's something about my face that makes it nearly impossible to read my emotions properly. When I am sad, I will see infuriated. When I am angry, I will seem on the verge of tears. When mildly amused, people have told me how menacing, irked, or even flirtatious I appear. Things that have nothing at all to do with my true emotions appear to people, and when they voice them, saying "Don't cry" or "Don't get mad at me", it just tilts my emotions dangerously in that direction, convincing people that they're right. I can't stand being misread, to the point that I tell people to never try to interpret my emotions via appearances, but my actions when flustered always seem angry, and I will never state my feelings. It's as if the same thing that retrains me form being able to ask for things, no matter how small, restrains me from saying how I feel as well. It's difficult to work around, frustrating, and even embarrassing at times. I'm not proud of it in the least, but it's the way I am.
As a result of this, my own interpretation of people's emotions are warped, but I am known among my friends and family as a person they can trust, one they can talk to about anything. i will never tell a secret, and people say that I can sympathize with everyone, and always offer consolation with an appropriate solution to the latest drama. As an outsider, I have that ability, to be able to put myself in other's shoes without the bias. Perhaps another part of that is that I prefer to eliminate all connections or differentiation of right and wrong--I simply don't believe in those forces. From just whata person can tell me or a few hours with them, i know how to say just the right thing, offer just the right answer. Even when i meet a person and know them for thirty minutes or less, I'll find myself spouting random psychology that it turns out they've had on their mind all their life.
So I'm not sure what to say for this one. I'm an uninterpretable therapist of sorts, I suppose.
