Had a date and we talked about things we like to do.
I mentioned that I had recently discovered that the local cinema chain offers classic movies, and that I had watched the original Jurassic Park, still fawning over it like the first time I watched it in 1993.
She said that the movie is a cute story, but "dinosaurs aren't real. Fossils aren't real. They're props, placed by them."
In public! Grabs his heart the area where normal humans have a heart, starts staring wildly, sweating profusely, all you hear is a giant wet fart, then his pants stain brown, he stumbles, knocks his head, bites his tongue, collapses.
Planning and visualisation.
I feel like what is described in the first Dune book - an animal.
I only react, I don't plan, and I can only really empathize with something/someone if I experience it myself.
Also, I can't cry, not without some cheesy ass music playing in some really sad scene in a movie/show.