This post is quite intriguing. I find it challenging to satisfactorily explain how I think..it's as though I think on multiple levels at once, and yet I'm distinctly aware of how deep each "layer of thought" is. It's similar to observing compositions of colored sand: if you have four colors (pink, yellow, blue, black), and you associate each "level" with one of these colors, you know which "level" you are thinking on. It's like viewing thoughts from the outside and seeing this "stratification," as if each layer has its own "threads/arrows" but manages to create a sort of bridge, connecting various things that seem similar yet different at first glance and bringing them together (each at its own level) without any level ever affecting another. I'm capable of observing it all as if I were a spectator, realizing that I'm stratifying, yet often I don’t realize that I'm getting lost behind stratification, or rather, I realize it but am too curious to stop.
I often see this process. Beyond that, I can't really explain the rest. I have a strong imagination, so it's often like having a very detailed cinema in my head. I can "do various things in my head," testing different options/ideas, mixing theories and probabilities with potential outcomes (in a controlled manner). When I look at an object, I can deconstruct it in my mind (I don't always do this, but when I know I have time and won't be interrupted).
The biggest "problem" is my vivid imagination, which often frightens those around me because I express it in conversations, and I might say things that people find strange, often earning me strange looks (a lifelong experience, especially as a child). For instance, the other day my friend with ADHD and I were talking about cats and dogs, and I imagined a black-and-white soap opera with a dramatic, unrequited love story between my cat and dog, complete with nostalgic, dramatic sounds. I laughed out of nowhere. When I told her, she added details, and together we created a soap opera (though neither of us likes them, we are familiar with the style since my mother was a big fan and the patterns of a soap opera are very clear to me). With her, these aspects of my character are not seen as strange but are appreciated and even enriched by her thoughts.
In everyday life, I avoid small talk because I don't have an intermediate mode and can't stop at "a superficial layer or a single angle of a layer; every layer for me has various faces that rotate and 'complete' each other to form a single layer or piece of thought." This often prevents me from giving quick responses as most people expect.
I unconsciously create connections and associations between themes that I consider similar in patterns or methods, even though they might be from separate disciplines. It's as if "my mind" doesn't see limits or boundaries between various fields but sees a single, unified language to "speak the world," using all the information to create new things even though "in society they might seem totally different; in the end, everything is created by man and everything always leads back to man." That's probably why I always mix everything together.
With music, I "see," "feel," "imagine," and "live" it as if I am blending into the symphony. I perceive the direction of sounds I can't explain it well, but I taste flavors in my mind and often create "music in my head" with various instruments.