How Much Money Do I Have Left On My Phone

This picture is designed to give the viewer the simulated experience of having a stroke (particularly in the occipital lobe of the cerebral cortex, where visual perception occurs.) Everything looks hauntingly familiar but you just can't quite recognize anything.

r/interestingasfuck - This picture is designed to give the viewer the simulated experience of having a stroke (particularly in the occipital lobe of the cerebral cortex, where visual perception occurs.) Everything looks hauntingly familiar but you just can't quite recognize anything.

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Well that was super disturbing

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I think this gave me a stroke

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I just need to piece one thing together to make my brain stop hurting

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IKR. That's scary as hell.

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Weird, it's very frustrating to look at this.

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What won't those blobs resolve into a single object... DAMN YOU BRAIN PICK ONE FFS

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This gave me a really weird sensation while looking at it. Like, a localized headache that just became stronger the more I looked.

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I got physically sick the way I only do when I get a migraine

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i was staring at this weird ass picture in pure confusion for about half a minute til i finally read the title, bamboozled

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Imagine the anxiety one feels when your world turns into this! You can't call for help cause you can't find the phone. You can't ask help from neighbors cause you can't find a door.

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In this state of mind do you even know what a door and phone are? Are you totally off the shit or are you able to make the conscious decision to get help?

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I remember a documentary about a neurologist who diagnosed herself in the middle of a stroke. She went to call for help realized that the part of her brain that recognized symbols (the numbers on her phone) wasn't working so she couldn't dial the phone number she wanted to. What she did instead of going by numbers was to remember the pattern her finger would move around the key pad and phoned a friend. She didn't remember who the number belonged to and she could only babble, but it was her best friend who picked up, recognized her voice and the concerned tone of babble and called 911.