There's a woman who can smell Parkinson's Disease with almost 100% accuracy.
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Books. I own probably a thousand physically, have hundreds of thousands of PDFs and epubs between my laptop and NAS.
The superpower is that I have a book “sense.” I know about where each book I own is - my shelves are not organized in any meaningful way, because I’m ADHD and will just pull one out to look at something and reshelve it. I’m not at home right now, but I can imagine my shelves and stacks in my head - can tell you where Palestine and the Palestinians or The Forty Days of Musa Dagh or the beautiful English translation of the 左传 or House Made of Dawn or the book on Scottish coins i thrifted a few days ago all are.
I can look at almost any given strangers bookshelf and recognize/have read at least one of their books. I navigate libraries by feel and don’t need to look up books.
I also read inhumanly fast I think, and have somewhat of an eidectic memory for text. It’s been almost twenty years since I read The Great Gatsby but a student brought it up and I was able to do a 45 minute lecture on it, with quotes from memory.
I’m also prodigious at sex. I’ll read more books in a week than most do over their life, and I’ll also fuck more people in that week than most do over their life.
Knowing a timer is almost ready to go off.
I have this stupid sense to know that any timers I set (for cooking mostly, but other tasks around the house too) are very close to going off. Without watching the time when I set them with Alexa, if I ask how much time is left, it generally is always < 10 sec left. If it happened somewhat often, that'd be over thing, but this happens like 80% of the time.
I've even had 12h timers (slow cooking, etc) where I've checked once the entire time and it was within 10 to 30 sec remaining.
Nothing to do with my time management skills though, because I'm still late to all events. Whoops.
My cat has the same ability to know when it's time to feed him. When he comes to me and starts to gently tap me with his paw, I look at the clock and it's 30 seconds till his feeding time.
Two. The first is that I can make traffic lights turn green within 5 seconds of putting the car in Park.
Secondly and perhaps more usefully, there's a computer Problem Exclusion Zone around me. I can just stand next to a misbehaving computer, not looking at the screen and with my hands in my pockets, and it'll start working properly.
I have never been, nor seem to be able to get motion sickness. No seasickness either. I can read books on all sorts of moving vehicles, and I love roller coasters. Whip me around upside down in pitch dark at 60mph and I'll just call it a good time. My husband says I am squandering my powers because I can play as much of whatever motion intense VR game as I want, but I just end up playing Beat Saber most of the time.
I was going to say VR, I almost never get motion sickness, never got motion sickness from reading on vehicles nor roller coasters. But the first time I put on a VR headset to play roller coaster simulator I almost threw up. Nowadays I can play Sairento doing backflips and wall running comfortably, but that first roller coaster simulation took me by surprise.
A lot of my memory is based on Music. So if I hear a song I get all of my memories of both the things that have happened in my life while that song was playing, and where I first heard the song (if I heard the song in a movie or show I can say/picture what was happening in that when the song was playing as well). To the point where many have said it's a photographic memory based in song. Importantly, if there wasn't music playing then I only remember the rough details instead of pinpoint details when there is music.
Now if only it worked for studying, then I would have been able to listen to music while studying and remember all the shit I was supposed to instead of being terrible at tests.
My super annoying power is a sense of smell similar to the person in the post. I can smell ants, roaches and sick humans. I can smell all kinds of things and it has its uses. I can small bad food and mold a day or so before it is apparent to others.
The downside is that I can small all kinds of things such as horrible BO that others can't. I can smell when women are menstruating. I can smell so many things that others can't that I'm jealous of people who just smell things normally.
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Tsk, tsk, OP.
My mouth doesn't have the receptors to detect capsacin, the chemical that makes spicy food burn/hot. I can eat the spiciest food imaginable and it will not burn my mouth at all.
That said, those receptors exist in other parts of my body. Very often while I'm sitting on the toilet I'll realize my dinner the previous night was particularly spicy.
Also, after more than 1/3 of a century of eating spicy food indiscriminately, my stomach lining has taken quite the beating.
I know a woman like this. She just doesn't have those pain receptors.
My mouth doesn't have the receptors to detect capsacin
Unless you have a beak instead of a mouth, yes, your mouth does have "the receptors", like all mammalian tissues. They're just desensitised. Which is why if you happen to laugh/cough while eating spicy food that you can't even notice the spiciness of in your mouth, and get some almost going in the nose...
That feel like getting fking maced. I've pretty much maxed out tolerances in my mouth as well and quite literally most things which are supposed to be spicy as fuck I don't even notice and my own food I use so much other people find it hard to eat them.
Also capsaicin doesn't actually burn, it doesn't "burn a hole in your stomach" or anything.
But yeah same here buddy
Well, whatever it is, when I was a toddler my parents mentioned to my pediatrician that I loved eating hot peppers (apparently I would just grab them off the shelf in the grocery store and chow down. It was a bit of a problem for my mom because I wouldn't wait for her to pay, or so goes the story she likes to tell). The doctor told my parents that I don't have receptors to detect capsacin. I haven't had it independently checked as an adult. Maybe they were mistaken or my parents mis-remembered what they were told.
Regardless, I don't think I've ever experienced what you refer to as feeling like getting maced while sneezing or laughing. I haven't been directly maced before, but I have been in a crowd that got pepper sprayed. It burned the fuck out of my eyes and lungs, but I didn't notice it anywhere else.
You probably kept grabbing them because they gave a funny sensation.
Why else would you have had a fascination to eat them?
Personal tolerances vary, and build really fast. I'm exaggerating when I say "maced", but I like to make food hot enough to make my nipples feel it. My digestive tract is completely used to it and I barely feel it, which is why I have to keep making it hotter and hotter. As in my fingers will burn for a day after I've cooked just from having to touch the chilis a little bit and I add a little bit of super hot sauces depending on the food, and a few times I've had a cough or something and the difference in the tolerance is noticeable.
I don't fall down on the floor grabbing my face, it's just noticeable.
(And I've been exposed to actual tear gas, it's very different sensation than mace btw on a tangent.)
You may have less sensitivity naturally, and then build tolerance on top of that, would be my guess.
But for you to completely lack the receptors would be a medical miracle.
but I have been in a crowd that got pepper sprayed. It burned the fuck out of my eyes and lungs, but I didn't notice it anywhere else.
So your mouth probably didn't burn. Mike wouldn't either. When we were in the army some of the MP's used their maces to spice the food. It's literally just a capsaicin spray most of the time. (There are other irritants as well but most times...)
Can you taste vanilla?
If there's some important time by when I need to wake up (flight/train to catch, or waking up to travel by car or go for an appointment) I wake up around 5-10 minutes before my alarm. Like, always. I wish I was joking.
I am a very heavy sleeper. But I have no idea what happens to my internal clock at moments like those.
I got some training in this. I once had a task of waking everyone up at a forest temple by ringing a giant bell with a hammer over about 3 minutes, at 4:30 AM. Around 400 people relied on that bell to keep things going. But my alarm clock died at three days into a three week session. It was a no-speech retreat so I just dealt with it.
I didn’t miss a bell but the first couple of nights were iffy. Now I will sleep in unless something urgent is going to happen.
My internal clock is similarly good, but more of an asshole. If I fall back asleep after an alarm accidentally and have somewhere I need to be, my body will wake me up with the absolute bare minimum amount of time I need to get ready if I rush like an absolute mad man.
I have abnormally good colour vision.
I have no idea what to do with this.
Found out when studying photography. We did some colour tests that get gradually harder. You are supposed to fail at some point. I kept on passing all of them. My "regular" vision is just normal though.