I only recently realized that my mind's eye really isn't. Just now I made the connection maybe why I can't stand descriptive prose. I remember having to read th

I only recently realized that my mind's eye really isn't. Just now I made the connection maybe why I can't stand descriptive prose. I remember having to read the Scarlett Letter (think that was the one) and there were pages and pages of words painting a picture that did nothing for me, and I was just waiting for it to get on with telling the story. Out of context but "I'm drowning here and you're describing the water." sums it up for me. Another thing that makes sense now is how I could never learn facts and stories in school. I'm guessing that I just couldn't form a conceptual model for me to store it. If I studied a field deeply I could probably be able to connect all the dots and it would make sense. OTOH math and science was super easy as they were all formulas and relationships that touched on each other and naturally all fit into place relative to each other, once I could get a thing to click I wouldn't have to remember it because I'd just know.