If I had to lose one of my senses, I would lose the sixth sense of inference, or drawing conclusions. This
sense allows one to understand unspoken messages communicated by body
language and the dangers inherent in scenarios like falling asteroids
and law enforcement. No longer would I need to worry about such things;
no longer would fear plague my now-numb consciousness. Indeed, I would
be free to act as I will. "Darn the consequences" would be my motto; and
on my tombstone, written shortly after my imminent death, would read
the words, "He lived so cautiously; he died so carelessly."
Exercising at a gym seems to be pretty important in our culture, but it's kind of weird to see the social dynamics when you're there. Usually, if you're running an errand, you see others doing the same thing, going about their days and focusing on what's in front of them. The same thing happens at the gym, only everyone is relatively stationary. They don't really go anywhere, except from one machine or area to another. One might think this lends itself to lots of interaction between members, especially since they're all there for the same purpose, but it isn't true. Not only do people generally avoid talking to one another, but they also avoid even looking at one another. It is as though there is no one else there, even though there are dozens on any given day. Most people follow this unwritten rule, unless something in the environment-- say, two people wanting to use the same set of weights-- gives them common ground to interact, or unless they've alr...
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