Cat ClarkeHer brain is like a filing cabinet — everything neatly stored in categories. My brain is more like soup — everything all blended and mushed together.
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When we think of the brain, we think of it as a kind of filing cabinet that we can sort and file our thoughts and ideas. If we go into that filing cabinet and pull out a certain idea, it's like pulling out a file. But when you get your ideas from the soup, it takes longer for them to arrange themselves in categories. You can't pull out a file-like idea instantly.
You have to stir the soup around before it will arrange itself into categories. The same is true with your mind: It's not just a filing cabinet where you can just dump things and come back later and find them in neat little categories. No, that's how we're taught to think about the brain: A lot of things that we do in life are filed away in our brains, but then we have to go around and find them again.
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