Do any of you have deep emotional memories about how things felt in the past, something beyond words? Ironically, I guess I don't seem to feel many emotions toward people who I should "love" but it doesn't even seem like I do sometimes.

The deep emotional memories part is difficult to explain because its hard for me to explain a specific place and why I was feeling that way... sort of dark ambient feelings of peace and luxury surrounding certain memories I have.

I feel like I am able to feel things and experience the world on a deeper level than everyone else.

Yea, I know exactley what you mean. There was one day were I was so close to crying because I just wan'ted to run around my school, grab people by the sholdes, shake them and say "DON'T YOU KNOW YOU ARE ALIVE! Don't you know that you are liveing?..."

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Deep emotional memories? this is the only thing I can really connect that to that I know of / that I know of that you are trying to say. I could be off base here, but I'll give it a shot anyway.

For me, its this sort of internal awareness, that I visualize to comprehend. its, "this sea inside of me"

...man your right, its hard to explain...

I often feel emotions as either a deep physical sensation or a vibrant painting that displays itself upon the screen inside my mind. Most of these feelings are beyond words and I really have no way of explaining them to anyone else. I often look at other people and wonder if they lead this same sort of internal and isolated existence.

Do any of you have deep emotional memories about how things felt in the past, something beyond words? Ironically, I guess I don't seem to feel many emotions toward people who I should "love" but it doesn't even seem like I do sometimes.

The deep emotional memories part is difficult to explain because its hard for me to explain a specific place and why I was feeling that way... sort of dark ambient feelings of peace and luxury surrounding certain memories I have.

I feel like I am able to feel things and experience the world on a deeper level than everyone else.

I have extremely emotional memories of childhood and teen years that can be triggered by music in particular. It's as if I am THERE again. I don't have feelings of peace and luxury, though, because that's not the way it was - the memory might be good or it might be bad, but the the feelings are so strong it's painful.

I too, have also believed that I feel more deeply than others - too deeply. Because of it, I've needed to put many defenses in place because my emotions (both good and bad) can be so overwhelming. I tend keep my distance from the rest of the world and to buffer myself from emotional situations. I don't get TOO close to people if I can help it. I can't even stand dramatic movies - I get headaches and feel sick because I get so emotionally involved. So here's one chick that DOES NOT watch "chick flicks".

its, "this sea inside of me"
I know this.

I have a couple ..

around 5 yrs
couldn't sleep bc 'I could not stop thinking'. I went downstairs to the living room where my parents were .. and my dad put me on his lap and I fell asleep at the sound of his deep voice (talking with my mom). I think they had the radio or tv on, and the walls were pale yellow

around 7 yrs
it is a friday night in summer .. lie in bed .. it's still light outside. I hear my parents on the deck outside (we had a garden) drinking coffee with my grandparents. The sounds of coffee spoons in cups and conversation of familiar voices. There is a tree in the garden and there are always a blackbird in it .. singing in the eventide. My dad has set up the lawn sprinkler .. it slowly waves from one side to the other. I can hear, by the sound of the falling droplets, where it is ... raining on that big butterfly bush now ... A little further away someone is mowing the lawn with one of those hand-pushed mowers that go rrRRRRrrr ....rrRRRRRRrrr ...

around the same time
lying in the grass, I have a red and a blue plastic cup in my hand that we got our lemonade in. I put one over my right eye .. the other over my left .. and marvel at the strange mixed colour impression. After a minute, I take them off and it's weird how my eyes see the world in different hues now for a while.

same time too
went to swimming lessons, and afterwards me and my brother wait outside for my dad to pick us up. He's a bit delayed and I go and lie in the grassy field next to the swimming pool building. It's dark and the sky is ablaze with stars. After a while there seems to be depth in the field of stars, and it's almost like I could fall up there .. it feels giddy (I've read Contact by Carl Sagan and almost the same scene is described with Ellie Arroway)

and again around the same time
I lie in bed and my uncles and aunts are all over to celebrate Sinterklaas*. They are having a great time since the living room is roaring with laughter .. I can make out two of my aunts who have particularly loud voices :)

all these memories share the same basic feeling of being safe and loved.

* This, in the Netherlands, is not Christmas, but celebrated on December 5th. The custom is that you give one another presents pretending that it's coming from Sinterklaas or Sint Nicolaas and it serves as an occasion to learn one another a lesson in good humour, with fake presents and/or self written poems. Sint Nicolaas / Saint Nicholas is believed to have been a bishop in Myra, now Demre, Turkey, in the middle ages - he was a patron for children.

I have very strong emotional memories about regret and desire for what I couldn't have (often normal social relationships in school and stuff), e.g. a teen-age crush. I often 'remember' these things in dreams, too.

In fact during the dream I'll often 'wake up' in the sense that I realise something didn't actually happen, thus this isn't real, and can henceforth subtly manipulate the dream. It's a conscious effort in a way, but I'm not actually awake as such.