Archive. Where I Was Looking for Superpower. Part 2
I like to read, watch science fiction, mystery. I have heard, watch and read a lot about magical superpowers.
But somehow, while working on the book, I gave examples from my life. And suddenly I realized that I own something like that and even work with it.
Please note that these events are taking place in a country I have invented. Moreover, in the world that I created ...
Superpower "See the Mask"
Part I
I was studying at the institute at that time. Energy profile. I got there by hook or by crook because I studied poorly at school. This is a completely different story, full of adventure, but continue in another story.
But now, a more interesting institute for me (teaching physical culture) began to form. I threw away the jungle of physics and mathematics with ease and plunged into wellness methods with pleasure. The Institute was in the stage of formation. No entrance exams. Low tuition fees. And the most successful thing, as it turned out for me, is a big staff shortage. So in the first year of study I already taught, and in the second year I did an internship at the head office in the summer (I studied at the branch, and the head institute was in another city). And I arrived in my hometown already in the position of a senior teacher with the right to freely recruit teachers to my group.
What does this have to do with the superpower problem? It is important to understand my sense of self in the situation in which I find myself.
Senior teachers were sent on a schedule to the headwear on business trips to receive new methods for subsequent teaching at the branch. My time came - I went.
The road took the night, in the morning I was already in class.
I have already said that the institute was emerging and of itself there were problems with funding. Therefore, the elders on business trips were given exactly the same amount that was enough only for travel. However, advice was given: to save money, stay in the very building of the Institute. "Everyone does this ..." - This is how the situation was described evasively. The food is, of course, at my expense.
All these difficulties did not bother me a lot. "Let's break through!" But this is just about the topic of the story.
Our building, in my city, was larger, but we did not rent it entirely and only for hours, in the evening everyone had to leave.
The head institute occupied a small but separate building. Therefore, some of the visiting students stayed there overnight.
The building was actually one large hall. In this room, the main general classes took place. And there were several small rooms around the perimeter, in which classes were held in small groups.
And there were several small rooms where the pulpits met.
From the train I got straight into the thick of the class. Everything had to be written down in order to teach at home later.
At lunchtime I gave myself a little excursion. There were very small cells on the third floor. Several very small ones, I brushed them off at once - evil eyes burning in the semi-darkness told me that it was busy there. I liked a rather large walk-through cage, in fact a corridor, the "Walls" were some old curtains suspended from the ceiling on hooks. Inside, there were three large tables end-to-end. Sufficient beds for the organization, I immediately realized. This was evidenced by my aptly noticed rolled up mattresses tucked under the tables. The room was empty. During the day, the room was occupied by some kind of chair. Anatomical posters hung along the walls, and a skeleton stood in the corner, propping up folders with papers piled on the floor. Yeah, medicine.
At the end of the day, as it got dark, I again visited the "room" scheduled for the night.
The teachers and staff of the department, apparently, dispersed. I took advantage of this.
Some guy came in. Teacher or student is unclear. Age said little, our students were retirees and teachers were former schoolchildren. He sat down on the table, it looks like this is his bed for the night. He quickly moved to a horizontal position. A book appeared out of nowhere, clearly not on the subject, the student had already gone deep into his own world, inaccessible to me. I was clearly a stranger and very uncomfortable.
- "Hello!"
Silence.
- "I'm from ... (I named my city). Not busy here?"
Silence.
- "Where do you cook food here?"
At the word "food" the "student" flinched and gave me a look.
- "Busy". Finally he muttered through his teeth.
It looked not like "Busy," but like "Would you go to ...". Yeah, that means he can speak.
- "Nopeace sleeps here." It was said without aspiration, which means the notorious "Nopeace" does not pose a great threat to him, in order to tear his claws for his bunk. He just doesn't want me as a neighbor either.
- "Nothing, if he comes, I will free his place."
The newly made "neighbor" contemptuously turned his back on me.
I retired to the hall to my things. I ate. Feeding the "neighbor" was not part of my plans. Survival experience dictated that food would be wasted. I will not become his friend. I already had friends who smoked my cigarettes, ate my groceries, drank my beer, borrowed my money (and still didn’t give it back).
They may argue that it would be better to feed the neighbor in order to win his favor ... Sorry, but this does not work. It works the other way around, having fed him, I will raise him to a level higher above myself and then I will have to feed him. Paradox? Yeah ...
When I tried to return to the room behind the screen, it was curtained, the lights were out. It amused me a little, but it didn’t stop me. My experience of living in a hostel unmistakably guided me through a series of correct decisions. I calmly pushed the curtain aside, but out of politeness I didn't turn on the light, which was probably a mistake. There was a displeased grunt.
"Nopeace. He is not? So I sleep here" - I declared.
By the end of my tirade, I was already covering my mattress. Carefully, but already almost in a businesslike way, I closed the curtain, blocked the passage with a heavy stool, which the inexperienced neighbor did not think to do.
At night this stool was overcome by our third member of our newly made team, but I was already fast asleep.
Part II
The next morning I woke up, oddly enough on time. In the sense that there was only time left to roll the mattress and run to the audience. So I did.
The day passed unnoticed. I participated in the classes on an equal basis with the students, with the difference that I had to write everything down from the teacher's point of view. Let me remind you that I was actually a student. This duality did not bother me in the least, on the contrary, I thought that this method of teaching was more progressive.
At lunchtime, I dropped into "my" room. She was unrecognizable ... No mattresses, full of people - teachers of the Department of Medicine. There was a meeting going on, which puzzled me a little - in the midst of a class.
Then many amazing things happened in this institute. A new technique was being introduced (into which I joined without hesitation). But I will remind you that I was a student and received the status of a teacher as well. But there were teachers who were asked to become students from the beginning of the school year, that is, of the type of lowering their status. Not everyone accepted it. The institute split into two factions. On the one hand, stubborn teachers did not want to become students either. On the other hand, there are students who want to become teachers as well. There were actually two educational processes.
Having gone up to "my room", I witnessed this very "second educational process". There were "teachers" who ignored the classes and played the play "department meeting". However, they supplied the "alternative" educational process with study programs, and my task was just to collect this information as well. Which is what I did. I waited until the end of the meeting of the department, knocked about among the dispersed teachers, picked up scraps of paper with their notes. I even talked to someone. It is done. It's time for classes.
A snack? I took advantage of the empty room, brought food from the large hall, where I arranged my things between the seats. I settled down on the table, laid out the food.
And suddenly I felt that I was not alone.
Or rather, it was not quite so. Or rather, not at all.
That is, at first I really "felt" that I was not alone.
And then a lady entered the room ...
Let me remind you that I was not in the room, but in fact in the corridor, which led to the rooms proper (which were "occupied" with eyes burning in the darkness). The corridor was not a corridor either, but a square landing after the stairs. The area is partitioned off with curtains, so a corridor was formed, leading further into the rooms. And a room formed on the side, where I sat. That is, if you go up the stairs, you can immediately see me sitting on the table, since the curtains were pulled apart during the day.
Which is what happened. The lady climbed the stairs and found herself with me "face to face".
"Good afternoon!" I tried to be very, even extremely polite, as I knew this lady. I will not mention her status out of politeness.
Silence.
"I'm from ..." - I named my city. "I came for an internship."
Silence.
Then I realized how I looked. Sports suit, house slippers. I'm sitting on the table. Food is spread out. That is, it is clearly not a teacher by sight. And the lady was not dressed in sportswear. And obviously she had breakfast at home.
But I was struck by her face ... Stone mask ... And empty, expressionless eyes aimed straight at me...
Although I expected at least contempt or indignation at my appearance and inappropriate occupation in the lectern. There was nothing like that ...
Then she turned around and walked away. Just as silently.
Part III
So the whole working week passed. Classes. Running for teachers and begging for programs from them. Attempts to eat. So until the evening.
True, my night's sleep was provided by a bed. Nopeace, however, appeared a couple of times. He contrived to study in yet another "normal" institute, for which he apparently received a small amount of support from his parents from his village. In any case, for all the years that followed, I did not notice his employment to earn money. It seems that he did not pull out on grades for a free hostel at that institute. I moved to another bed, surviving the unlucky "neighbor" who, hissing in the dark at night, was placed on the third bed. I was lucky, three places at the same time were not occupied at night.
It so happened that one of the days of my business trip had a holiday. Army Day. For obvious reason, all men were congratulated on this day.
The Institute was empty. Several homeless students roamed the empty classrooms. I slept off, ate and lazily lay with a book in "my" room on the Nopeace's bed, enjoying peace, silence and loneliness. There were no neighbors.
And suddenly I felt that I was not alone.
Or rather, it was not quite so. Or rather, not at all.
That is, at first I really "felt" that I was not alone.
And then a lady entered the room ... Not alone, accompanied by a gentleman. A first-year student accompanied by a "student-teacher".
The lady went up the stairs. I was lying on Nopeace's bunk, my face fenced off by a book. Next came the "cavalier". He held in his hand a bottle of wine and glasses. The lady had a small sweet roll in a package in her hands. I sat down, finding myself at first sideways to the entrance, put the book down. The gentleman put wine and glasses on the next table, the lady put a roll.
During this time, I managed to get up and began to turn around to the arrivals. The festive table was already laid.
I turned around and the lady found herself with me "face to face".
"Good afternoon!" I tried to be just polite this time. I knew this lady and this teacher. I have been with them for almost a week.
Silence.
"Happy Holidays!" - just in case, I said.
Silence.
Then I realized that they came to Nopeace. No, not like this. Then I was so dumbfounded that I did not understand anything.
The lady came to Nopeace. Rather, I thought so before the events of today. The cavalier did not understand anything. As I...hey say jump
And I was struck by her face ... Stone mask ... And empty expressionless eyes, directed straight at me.
And I expected at least some smiles, congratulations, toasts. There was nothing like that ...
We drank the wine in silence. We finished the roll. At the end of the "party" the guy's face turned into the same stone mask.
It seems to me, too.
Then the lady got up, turned around and left. Just as silently. The guy followed her.
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Part IV
But now my glorious business trip has come to an end. I was going home not without sadness. It was Sunday. I don’t remember who suggested that the time of the business travelers should be arranged this way. The instructor went on a business trip on Sunday evening. In the morning, right from the train, he got to classes. I also left on Sunday and got to classes on Monday morning already in my city. Thus, it was possible to immerse the teacher as much as possible in the educational process and increase the travel time. Note that at the expense of the teacher's personal time. Although, I must confess, I understood that all my free time would be spent on mastering the material. So I would have added time, but everything was calculated and so "back to back".
It turned out that on Monday I would already be teaching the material I had received in a week. And I had time to process what I received, albeit in my own time. But the teachers to whom I brought the material will not have such an opportunity. They will have to give out material from my "papers". In any case, the first day, then pull up.
Indulging in such gloomy, but inspiring thoughts, I collected my simple baggage. That is, my thoughts of "working order" - about the upcoming teaching were full of enthusiasm. I collected everything that could be gathered from the information. I even doubted that all this could be conveyed through the educational process. But my physical condition was not very good. I haven't been in the shower for a week. I ate whatever. I slept ... well, I've already told about this. True, the economy pleased. I didn't pay for the stay. And being constantly within the walls of the institute made it possible to pump out the maximum data from the teaching system.
So consoling myself, scratching myself dissatisfied ... Here I was lying - the shower was not so bad. I washed myself regularly in the toilet from the sink. In fact, everything sang in me, I was full of strength and hope.
For all these gatherings and reflections, I did not notice a female person near me ...
I probably wasn't surprised. This lady was constantly here. As I thought, she came to Nopeace. But today Nopeace was ... But I didn't think about where Nopeace is now. Moreover, I shamelessly rejoiced in his absence, since this provided me, so dearly valued by teachers, privacy.
In general, I packed my things. The lady stood pillar in the middle of the room.
I don’t remember us talking. Or rather, most likely we did not speak.
Then I remembered only one phrase. It looks like it was actually the only one.
"Are you leaving? I'll accompany you."
I started to deny it out of politeness.
Silence.
I realized that I did not have much choice and shrugged resignedly.
Then I foolishly thought that she would help me carry my things. I made a mistake.
So we are a strange couple - I, loaded with things, and she with empty hands rode the bus from the institute building to the subway, went down to the subway, drove part of the way.
And so we stood at the last station, waiting for the subway train. This train was already going to the station directly.
Then, to my surprise, I softly but firmly declared that I would go further alone. The fact is that I was gradually seized by the fear that this lady was determined to go with me to my city. And for some reason the only thing that confused me was that I had bought only one ticket.
Silence.
I got on the train that came up. I looked around. The lady remained on the platform.
I was struck by her stone face. And the look of unblinking eyes fixed on me ...
Part V
Stone face. Fixed eyes. I would say slightly enlarged eyes. But without the characteristic sparkle of interest. The eyes fixed me rather than looking at me, studying or interested.
After quite a long time, I saw a similar look once ...
But now, perhaps, it's time to tell how it all began. Not chronologically, but from the moment of understanding what happened. Rather, it happened to me for quite a long time ...
So when I got it all figured out. That is, when the moment of insight came, after which everything took on a purely descriptive form. Now I can write a thick volume of research, observation and conclusion.
And then this moment of insight happened just a couple of days ago.
I live in the village. Came for the summer months. I work remotely. Rather, I have been working for many years to turn this work into remote work. All day I sit by the computer. Although life requires constant movement in order to survive. But more about that some other time.
Living in a village it is difficult not to take advantage of the opportunity that has come up and not to walk "in the fresh air". In general, there is fresh air all around ... I walk to the forest and back. It takes about half an hour.
Here you need to add an important detail that may seem insignificant, but played a key role in this story.
I go for a walk with a shovel ... Yes, yes - with a real shovel. Ground digging tool. Completely iron, only the handle at the end has a plastic cover. Heavy.
It all started with this shovel ... No, not like that ... This shovel became a catalyst ... It became an incentive ...
It is better to describe the situation itself, and then draw some conclusions. But the find is too good! Catalyst shovel. The shovel is the key to everything.
So I went for another walk. To the forest.
Damn, there are so many details! And important details. And it is better to mention these details in order to draw the full picture of what happened.
Let's try a list.
1. Shovel.
2. Unmown grass.
3. Theft of the forest.
Perhaps these three components of this tangle of events should be mentioned.
Now let's expand item number one.
I have had a craving for martial arts for a long time. A couple of years ago, here in the village, I was mastering kata with a stick. Instead of real "joe" I used a shovel handle. Wood. Having mastered the kata with a handle, I tried it with a shovel. The same one. At first, I waved it with enthusiasm, came up with a couple of exercises to strengthen the hands, which I did on the way to the forest. Then the enthusiasm faded, but somehow I got used to carrying a shovel with me and never parted with it. Over time, I noted the following with satisfaction. If at first it was not easy to carry this heavy instrument, the hands were buzzing upon returning home. By now I hardly notice it. The instrument became an "extension of the hand".
Self-defense was the initial motivation for carrying a shovel. A walk in the forest is a rather dangerous activity. The forest is full of animals. Mosquitoes - a mosquito net saves from them. And what about wild boars, moose, wolves? Even a very disgruntled fox can be dangerous. Once I was almost attacked by seagulls, but that's a completely different story.
In general, the presence of something long and heavy in the hand is very conducive to a good mood.
And most importantly, people. Mushroom pickers are armed with knives, sometimes of amazing sizes. Tourists with guard dogs. Drunk "on vacation". Hunters with guns - these come in the late afternoon.
And see point 3. People stealing the forest. These can be the most dangerous. And more on that later.
So this year, the neighbors spoiled my mood with special zeal ... Therefore, my section of the street was mowed down unpretentious, but it's hard to find fault. It is clear that they were mowing. The area near the house is poorly mowed. And behind... Not mowed at all.
Why is it important ?. Because this year the grass and weeds are especially dense. This is the warming of the climate. By the way, I can tell you separately that when I first came to the village a couple of years ago, the weeds and the weather this year is warm and rainy. In general, the grass in the rear area is practically impassable. And the last couple of years the weeds are taller than me.
And for a walk, I go through the back section. Now it is clear?
These days, because of the unmown grass, I was forced to go for a walk through the village, and not, as usual, through my backyard. I walked along the main street (and it is alone), past all the houses. Then I walked out onto the road that runs past the village. Cars drive along this road. From the forest. And into the forest.
And I moved towards. Down this road. And it so happened that at the same time a team of lumberjacks was returning. Which took the stolen logs out of the forest. And the customer was waiting for them at the crossroads. That is, I walked by at the moment when the transfer of the stolen logs to the buyer was to take place.
Here I can be interrupted and corrected. They say you are mistaken. They are honest, kind, good people. Yes, they were driving from a forest with logs. It is a crime? And they met their good old friend.
And I do not mind that they are kind and good people. But are they honest? If they were honest, they would not take out logs from the forest, but garbage and branches for processing. Since their license is most likely for clearing the forest, and not for felling.
Why do I think so? And I watched their work all summer. It so happened that where I walk in the woods, they were just engaged in felling. Moreover, there are trees marked with red paint for felling - obviously bad, but they did not touch them. And obviously good trees were cut down. And they did not take out the branches and garbage. On the contrary, they dirtied the forest with their garbage and the branches from their cutting only became more. And they knocked down a lot of young, good forest, making their way to their chosen trees. The forest there now looks like after the bombing.
And why did these honest people, seeing me, out of fright unload the logs at the edge of the village, and not take them to their old friend, who was waiting for them at the crossroads?
And you will laugh ... But the next day I went for a walk again. Believing in the honesty of people. And the situation repeated itself. Again I met the lumberjacks. A good old friend was waiting for them again. Probably again he was passing by by chance. Again, they had to dump the logs at the edge of the village.
Although I am not describing all this in order to bring someone to clean water.
And for what?
This is where we get to the point. When I went for a walk again, they were already waiting for me. The same "old friend". By car. I reviewed it. A young man with a decent black beard in the current fashion. Strong physique.
This time he was sitting in the car. Lowering the side window. A girl from our village stood at the door. I never spoke to her. Only greeted from afar.
This time she did not greet me. And she began to quickly approach me.
"Why are you walking here?"
I was not surprised.
"I'm for a walk here ..."
It looks like she was not amused by the hidden humor in the answer.
"Why with a shovel? What are you digging there?"
I began to explain that I was not digging anything. And the shovel is for training. And defiantly began to twist the shovel in his hand.
"Look, there are timber trucks here ..."
"What do I care about timber trucks?"
I began to turn around politely but decisively, turning my side to her, making it clear that the conversation was over.
But she was already leaving.
Interesting dialogue? No.
The content of the dialogue is interesting. And it was filled with hidden meaning.
Well, at first glance. What are people usually told? Note - to semi-familiar people. With whom, note again, we have never spoken before. They only greeted.
That's right, they say "Sorry!" "Sorry!" "May I bother you for a moment?"
Then. You need to have a weighty reason in order to approach a person so easily.
Is it more interesting now?
What happened?
1. I was brazenly stopped.
2. I was unceremoniously interrogated.
3. And most importantly. I was threatened!
Take a look at my answers. I made excuses. As if I was to blame!
And yet, in my place, in such a situation, even a very polite person would not talk. After the very first words "Why are you walking here?"
But I understood the context of the dialogue!
So I made excuses. Because I was grateful.
Grateful? For what?
For not being killed. Which is unlikely. But probably. Let me remind you that I witnessed a crime.
I was grateful not to be beaten. But this was very likely.
And now you can see the situation in a completely different light.
They came up to me and made mercy ... Yes, yes! They just did me good! Warned. And at that limit of politeness that criminals are capable of. In this situation. When I distract them from stealing. Have you tried taking a bone from a dog?
Let's get back to the dialogue. Let's translate what is happening into the language of animals.
They growled at me. And I whimpered in response. And then, I set my tail between my legs, I ran away.
Although not quite I with my tail between my legs and not quite I'm whining.
Recall that I held a shovel in my hand and even twisted it in the air.
Perhaps the shovel saved me...
But I did not mention the most important thing.
Try to guess ...
Correctly!
Stopped, motionless eyes. Stone face.
How did you guess?
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The story of this superpower will be continued in one of the following chapters.
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Superpower "How best to wash the fabric"
Superpower in Soak.
Plastic boxes with stiffeners and a lid. Two three four. Depends on the size of the drawer to accommodate approximately one wash in all drawers. One large box is difficult to move, handle and wash.
It is possible to soak in the bathroom bowl where you wash. If there is a shower separately.
Or in a basin.
Soaking in plastic boxes with lids is my invention.
Check for leaks, treat with a medical antiseptic. Mold often grows in plastic boxes.
Set up conveniently, with access to the washing machine. Collect water halfway. The water temperature is pleasantly hot. Pour in the powder a little more than the instructions given. Soak laundry gently one item at a time. Taking into account the color and fabric. Cover with a lid - it will keep the temperature longer. Leave for a couple of days.
Squeeze, straighten, throw in the washer. Then the usual wash with detergents, rinse and wring.
Warning. With this wash, the fabric ages faster. But it will be clean!
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Superpower "Cooking White Beans"
Pour water, rinse, drain water. To clean water. I fill it with water, cover it, leave it for two or three days. I change the water periodically. After the appearance of a smell, I rinse thoroughly with water. Pour water, bring to a boil, drain water. Pour water and put in a pressure cooker for a long time - 1.5 hours.
Otherwise it is difficult to eat it.
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Superpower "Use of a Handkerchief"
I closed my nostrils. That is, he pressed his fingers on the wings of the nose, blocking the nasal passages. This mistake can be made by delicate people.* To "mute" the sound ...
* Oops! I didn't know this about myself ...
The result is headaches. I didn't understand what was the matter. The doctor diagnosed high blood pressure. The reason is unknown. The doctor told me personally that it was from smoking.
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Superpower "I can always do something!"
You can always do something! At least a little. If you don't, it leaves a stain on your conscience due to indifference to yourself, irritation, etc.
I gave my seat to two ladies on the bus (I was with my luggage and took two seats).
But first I sat and tried to persuade my conscience.
"I have nothing to do with this" ...
“I can't stand on this bus,” I admonished myself.
"The driver has no right to load the bus like that!" --I tried to shift the blame onto someone else.
As a result, I got up ...
As a result, I blocked the aisle with my luggage (the seats were in front), and people, making their way down the aisle of the bus, created inconvenience to the passenger sitting opposite me (across the aisle). He muttered to me : “You'd better be sitting! ..”
It was rude, but I didn't feel negative about him. Then he figured it out --he regretted that he had done nothing for these ladies. It was not anger at me, it was a torment of conscience.
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Superpower "Termoregulation"
As a child, I did not understand the connection between hypothermia and subsequent colds.
Over time, I noticed leaps in thermoregulation.
1. After meals and during meals. Especially if I eat / drink something hot. The body sweats a lot and it seems that the room is hot. Then it goes away.
2. After a shower.
3. After physical exertion.
It would seem that I am talking about famous things. But I know people for whom this is not obvious. The person believes that the room is stuffy, does not associate it with food or a shower.
And physical activity is rarely associated with attacks of suffocation and sweating. I once trained in a gym with good ventilation, but people in the winter opened the windows in this gym, literally freezing the room, because they felt stuffy.
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Superpower "Not jump in "Transactions with Conscience"".
"Reading books with the personification of yourself in the image of the main characters". This is not superpower. It is a trap.
Be careful! You may jump in "Transactions with Conscience".
For example, Transactions with Conscience "I am d'Artagnan".
A person may seek to feed friends at someone else's expense. Let's remember the book.
May sleep longer because he needs to get enough sleep to be ready for new adventures.
May skip shaving: “This is not the point now! After all, tomorrow - on a horse! "
Can lend money and not give it back. Well, "All for one!" Or how is it in the book?
Better to work with good examples.
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Superpower "Narrowing of the nasal passages"
I noticed that when breathing I constrict the nasal passages. Perhaps this habit came from stressful situations where he held his breath. This habit may have arisen from unpleasant odors or cold frosty air.
With practice, you can gradually learn to widen these passages. You can start by flaring your nostrils.
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Superpower "Determination of food quality"
I have not taken the time to determine the quality of food before eating before. In vain! A couple of times it almost ended fatally.
Here's what I've developed overu the years.
1. To inhale (several times) by the nose the air near the product (they say "smell", but this may not fully reflect the mechanism of the process).
Observe how volatile substances (released into the air from the product) are absorbed from the air into the nasal mucosa.
And also in the mucous membrane of the throat - this is how it goes. For aces of sensitivity, you can try to track how these substances are absorbed into the lungs and how these substances, being absorbed into the blood and reaching the liver, cause the liver to react.
Feel the taste (in the mouth, on the tongue) of the substances absorbed from the drawn air. Analyze the sensation in the throat, lungs. Monitor the liver's reaction to taste in the mouth.
For example, on the tongue it is "bitter", in the throat "itching", in the lungs "squeezes" (speaks of a slight spasm of blood vessels) the liver slightly enlarged (according to sensations) or tensed. Conclusion - most likely, if you taste this product, there will be a similar picture. And why try then?
That is, the product is most likely dangerous.
2. If it didn't work out. Take the product between your fingers, grind. Listen to the sensations. This time to the tactile. It is clear that "listening" to the sensations does not reflect the picture. You need to feel it. And do not convince yourself: "I don't feel anything!" Did you pet the cat? Rabbit, hamster? So what? Feel nothing? Well, now they again took the product, rubbed it between the fingers, as if "stroking". Again listened (felt).
3. Taste better when you are confident enough in quality.
It is useful to get acquainted with the wine tasting method here. And apply it to any product. Yes, exactly - to anyone! It is clear with the proviso, so as not to literally follow the instructions (do not stick halva in a glass, do not roll hot in your mouth, etc.) But the taster's method of "warming with your warmth" is quite curious. You can go back to step 2 and try this method.
3. "Vaccination" technique
Strengthens. What strengthens? Well, something ...
After you have sniffed the unusable product, for some time the sensations of "muddiness" will persist, as in case of mild poisoning (it may persist for several hours). That is, some substances got into the body! But it will be a good training for the body, if in small volumes. You should not get carried away with this, but on occasion it will be nice: firstly, the experience of determining the quality of the product by smell. Secondly, it is possible (but only possible!) In this way the body's counteracting forces are strengthened (here we need a reservation that there is some kind of generalization, a search for analogies with the concept of "Vaccination" - a technique when the body is offered to experience adversity in a mild form).
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Superpower "Don't sulk!"
In the toilet.
Don't sulk!
Do not strain my neck muscles!
Do not strain my facial muscles!
Don't squint!
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Superpower "Not "staring""
The Sliding Gaze Technique helps.
A quick glance at an object is to take away. Several times until the subject is visible to peripheral vision.
Of course, this vision is weaker than a concentrated gaze. But this teaches us to "stare".
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Superpower "Stream "base desires""
Approximate levels of desires as perception is refined.
Intolerable, exciting, inspiring.
For example, the desire to eat.
1. Intolerable desire to eat, requiring immediate gratification.
2. "Drooling".
3. Taste for food.
I analyze other desires into such triplets. Up to such as "learn to drive a car", "own a car", "fix a car". The more "more detailed" the desire, the easier it is to work.
It is obvious that now you can move up the levels, harmonizing your desires.
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Superpower "Lack of control over emotions"
The people around me suffer from my emotions. Maybe it's better not to let them into this business?
Emotion control technique (one of ...)
According to my observations, for the manifestation of emotions, the secret of the glands is first of all allocated.
That is, before showing emotion, I do quite traceable muscular efforts (understandably, not on purpose) and squeeze something out of ..., for example, from the pancreas.u This "something" enters the duodenum, where it must mix with liver / gallbladder emissions. This is common in the digestion process. Indeed, the muscles around the liver tighten. But what should they squeeze out? This refers to the ratio of bile from the liver to the gallbladder. Percentage.
The liver is waiting for the command. Where from? Most likely, she is interested in the composition of saliva, which is secreted according to the composition of the food. Well, if there is a carrot, then you need 30/70.
But there is no food. Therefore, I replace food with words (appropriate emotions), fluctuations in speech activate the salivary glands, the liver in action. The cocktail of secretions is rapidly absorbed into the bloodstream and transported to other glands.
And the corresponding emotion overtakes me.
Hence the technique for controlling emotions. Instead of swearing, you can say "Fried potatoes" and the body will switch to digestion.
There are no emotions.
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Superpower "Not beat my knees on objects while walking"
I constantly beat my knees on objects while walking ...
Until he began to train walking, turning his knees and hips inward. Support on the thighs and calves.
Sometimes I squat slightly to enhance the effect and increase stability.
I don't, of course, walk all the time. Only when I remember that I need to practice. But now, when approaching the object, my knees "themselves" begin to tuck inward, dodging the obstacle.
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Superpower "Understanding"
I had problems with "understanding" for a long time.
Over time, I began to realize that clarifying someone's material is often a challenge for me. Especially if a person explains not in order to be "understood", but in order to prove his superiority.
Exit? I am imbued with his condition and begin to think "the other way around." Since he gives information, deliberately distorting it in order to keep the most valuable thing for himself. The “reverse” method helps to get what the “mentor ”Is hiding.
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Superpower "Instant Understanding". Or "Insight"
How can I distinguish “Instant Insight” from ordinary thoughts constantly “roaming” in my head?
Over the years I have noticed that it is precisely this "insight" that I immediately want to share with others. When something comes to mind. Now I try not to rush ...
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Superpower "Get up at night while sleeping in the toilet"
It was difficult for me to get up at night while sleeping in the toilet
Now I drink two cups of cocoa before bed. And now I get up at night without fail.
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Superpower "Clean Throat"
Gargle my mouth and throat after eating.
I got into the habit of rinsing my mouth and throat after every meal. Otherwise, the pieces of food begin to move towards my lungs.
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Superpower "Safe toothbrush"
Before brushing my teeth, I treat my toothbrush with a medical disinfectant. Then rinse thoroughly with water to remove the disinfectant.
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Superpower "Not Finger Nose Brushing"
If I do the “teapot” procedure in the morning (rinsing the nose with water and sea salt), then in the afternoon everything is fine in the nose. That is, I don't need to empty it with my finger.
It's not sterile under the nails, and picking my nose with my finger adds bacteria (and adds to the nose too).
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Superpower "Hot Drink Safety"
I really like hot drinks. But this is not very useful. Therefore, I drink a couple of sips of the drink hot, then wait until it cools down to a warm state. Compromise.
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Transactions with Conscience
Superpower "Finding Memory"
When I was in school, I thought that it was enough to read the text once to reproduce it later. Naturally, when teachers asked me a lesson, I did not remember anything and was very surprised at this. Only recently I began to try to train my memory and was surprised to find: in order to remember a text, you need to repeat it often.
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Superpower "Know my Intolerance to Some Products"
I noticed that I have intolerance to some products.
This is not counting allergies to a single product. This matched the information on nutrition by blood group. That is, I excluded them from the diet.
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Superpower "Cleansing the nasopharynx"
Strong cleansing of the nasopharynx. This includes sneezing and coughing. I need to be very careful, the nasopharynx has a rather thin wall and requires protection of the vessels and walls from overload.
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Superpower "Sleeping Pose"
For many years I slept in only one position. Now I'm working on it. Improper posture can lead to neck strain. And the formation of "balls" in the back of the head.
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Superpower "Debate"
I am a big debater.
I heard somewhere that if a politician is silent, it means the categorical "No!" But this is not very polite. There, they are embroiled in empty debate. Them can talk a lot, but not say anything.
I had a friend who spent hours telling the contents of the films he watched. He was then appointed to a managerial position.
But I try to fill my speech with "Meaning." Perhaps in emptying from the"Meaning" is the Key. ... But it key to"managerial position". Need to search elsewhere.
Another friend of mine talked for hours about himself. I had a friend who could spend hours telling people what to do. He gathered halls of 500 students. Another friend of mine could be sile"Know my Intolerance to Some Products"nt for hours.
In general, I'm looking …
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Superpower "Safety in Inverted Poses"
I mean by this any exercise with a torso of more than 45 degrees (tilts to the sides and forward, deflection back). To date, I decided that I am in the first step. These poses (where possible) I limit myself to doing an angle of 45 degrees. If the pose is difficult to limit to such an angle, I do not do it.
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Superpower "Safety with Cooking Knife"
I make all movements with a knife "from myself." I try to wear gloves (vinyl, latex ...).
Exceptions are peeling potatoes, garlic, onions. I take a small dull knife.
When cutting on a cutting board I follow the rule "the tip of the knife rests on the board" (I spied it on the cooks).
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Superpower "Don't fall!"
Ice-Crusted Ground.
For the time of ice, I screw several self-tapping screws into my shoes. I walk, trying to cling to the ice. Plus, I try to walk with a mincing gait, bending my legs at the knees (as the commandos in action movies go). I also learn to fall in training.
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Superpower "Panic"
Why not like a panic? Great sense of concern for my own safety! Helps to preempt different problems. It is like a sense of security that I strive to achieve but do not achieve completely. What good is a sense of complacency?
And the most, as I think, is the main thing. Panic is the key to fear. It is very difficult for me to cause a feeling of fear. Rather, it is difficult to cause this feeling quickly. And if I panicked - and please ...
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Superpower "Finger Massage"
The fingertips of a person are particularly sensitive. What does this mean? The distal phalanx of the finger transmits a signal to the spinal ganglion. But the connection should be two-way, that is, the phalanx of the finger should also receive a signal from the ganglion. That is, the fingertip not only sends a more powerful signal to the ganglion, but also receives a no less powerful signal. This works well for tactile examination of surfaces. But in my opinion, a signal of such strength is not needed elsewhere in the body. Therefore, it is better if I work with points in order to improve my health, it is better to use, for example, the second phalanx of the finger.
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Superpower "Safety eating"
I sit and tilt my head 45 degrees to eat.
Eating lying, reclining, and ... sitting are quite dangerous.
This is dangerous because, under the influence of gravity, the pieces of food continue to move down themselves, towards the lungs.
What's the best way to eat?
Sit on the floor. Place a plate in front of you. Lean over the plate, almost touching it with your head. Enjoy your meal!
Or there is an option on two chairs of the same height. On one there is a plate, on the other I am sitting.
Or I'm sitting on the couch, the plate on the table is the same height as the couch.
Or I am sitting on the couch with a plate in my hands. The head is tilted towards the plate. Caution! Requires training.
"What if I'm in a restaurant?" the skeptic will exclaim.
Nobody will condemn the low inclination to the plate. It is much funnier to eat while sitting "like a crowbar swallowed."
Immediately after eating - rinsing the mouth and throat with careful coughing up of food particles trapped in the throat.
You will be surprised what ordinary yellow peas can do! And the carrot! Any solid vegetable! Nuts!
Watch for food debris in your throat.
And when you sit for a long time with food in a restaurant or near the TV, it is better to go to rinse several times.
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Superpower "Look like an idiot"
I was always afraid in public to "Look like an idiot"
But once there was a case with me.
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Superpower "Safety with drafts"
I avoid drafts, that is, piercing air.
And especially in the room. On the street, for some reason it is not so scary. Perhaps this comes from the depths of centuries, when we lived in caves.
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To be continued...
