Post by Dr. Benedict Hidzenboosh on Aug 14, 2011 16:07:31 GMT -5
"Body language is the first key to understanding psychology. To find out how to help, you need to find out how they feel and act. The body reacts according to which side of the brain is used. Imagination is connected to the right side of the brain, along with feelings. If a person lies, they will look to the right. Up for physical, down for feelings, and level for audio.
Note: you can take have a mannerism and not mean what it implies. Comfort is a factor to keep in mind when it comes to body language.
If a person crosses their arms or legs or hold an item in front of themselves, then they are hiding or wish to hide and keep people from them. On a side note, you can take a barrier stance and still be open. Like a person crossing their legs for comfort or leaning back. Speaking of leaning, if a person leans forward on a table, it's a sign of interest, and wanting of social interaction. If they lean back, a sign of disinterest. Fidgeting with the hair, like stroking it, is a flirting mannerism."
He paused to see if she had questions. Next, he would explain colors. He had finished with the olives for he spoke slowly with the divided focus. Now that he was done, he didn't know what to do next. So he stood there, facing the olives, with the knife on the counter.
Post by Vichee Founder on Aug 14, 2011 22:54:01 GMT -5
Vee nodded, chunking the other onion half. She pulled out the herbs she'd bought and pulled out the amount she'd need, setting them in front of him. "So not just one gesture alone can tell you how someone is feeling, you have to pay attention to everything? Strip the leaves off of these and run your knife through them, please." She started stripping the peels off the garlic, smashing two of the cloves and quickly chopping them before taking up a pan and carrying it and a bottle of olive oil over to the stove top.
"Continue." She smiled over her shoulder at him. "I'm listening, Ill just be back and forth for a minute." She turned back to the stove, pouring in the oil and starting up the flames beneath the pan. She walked back across the floor, separating the vegetables into piles to make them easier to pick up.
Post by Dr. Benedict Hidzenboosh on Aug 15, 2011 9:10:37 GMT -5
He attempted to do as she told him, trying not to mess up. He spoke slowly again, his focus on the task in front of him.
"Colors have psychological effects as well. Blues, normally gives peace of mind and is the most calming color. Some times it will assists with sleep. Green promotes peaceful thoughts and is the most restful colour for the human eye. Orange is suppose promotes drive and ambition as well as stimulate energy. Purple is to represent and possibly implant respect when seen. Red increases energy levels and gives confidence and courage. Yellow stimulates intellect and promotes concentration and imagination. White is an innocent color while black is a more considered an 'evil' color or a destruction of innocence for the sensitive. Of course, there are more colors in each category that break down to even further emotions."
He focused further on the task at hand.
"Am I doing this right?"
He shifted slightly to allow her a look from where ever she currently was right now.
Post by Vichee Founder on Aug 15, 2011 10:27:04 GMT -5
'Colors..' Vee's eyes darted around the apartment. 'Yellows, oranges, reds, maybe some green somewhere...yeah..' a slow smile curled over her lips.
"I guess that explains why I can't sleep. My room is red. Black too, but mostly red." She wandered over to table and looked around him. "yeah that's good. Just clean all those stalks and chop them up." She nodded, taking the garlic in her hands and carrying it over the pan.
Just a moment longer and then she tossed the garlic in, listening to hiss and cook, the aroma of it filling the air. She went back to the table and picked up the short wooden spoon she'd brought to stir the ingredients with. "Never let the oil smoke. It gives it a nasty flavor. Garlic goes in first, you it to influence the whole dish. Salt up front too, not too much though." She tossed a pinch of salt in before going back to the table and gathering up the onions. "Then you put the veggies in according to what cooks fastest. So onions first, then the mushrooms, tomatoes last. The herbs go in between the mushrooms and tomatoes." She tossed the onions in and stirred them in with the garlic and salt. "Okay, go on." She smiled.
Post by Dr. Benedict Hidzenboosh on Aug 15, 2011 10:44:52 GMT -5
He did as she instructed, taking great care not to mess up. He finally finished and turned to her with the herbs prepared how she requested. He moved back to be out of the way, watching her cook and learning via observation. He stood, his body relaxed and open.
"The typical psychologist and psychiatric question of 'and now does that make you feel' is actually required by law in most places. If one doesn't ask, then it's not lawful."
He always found it the most annoying rule ever. Nothing ticked him off more than that question.
"Of course, you could always be cleaver and reword it, 'how did you react emotionally?' or wording of similar standings. Always ask questions, and keep your patience because they will not always answer right away. It's like slowly peeling back the lid of a soup can so you don't spill the soup. If you go to fast, you lose everything. If you are too rough, you lose everything. Slow and gentle,"
He looked down at his hands, the phrase striking a memory. Ricky was always patient with him, helping him, and so kind...
"Slow and gentle to get the trust and understanding you need to help them."
Post by Vichee Founder on Aug 15, 2011 10:53:12 GMT -5
She gave the onions another stir and then added in the mushrooms, nodding slowly. "Like anything else." She said softly, glancing back at him and smiling.
"I've found approaching some people too suddenly spooks them off." She shrugged, stirring the vegetables some more. Vee paused, mulling over what he'd told her.
"Is it really law in some places for you to say that?" She raised an eyebrow. Some places had the weirdest laws. She lifted the pan a little off the stove top, shuffling in back and forth to toss the ingredients before adding in the handfuls of herbs, stirring those in too. "What Im doing right now is sauteing. Cooking things really hot and really fast. Once we get the tomatoes and some wine in there, we'll turn the heat down to low and just let it simmer for a bit. That'll get all the flavors to really come out"
Post by Dr. Benedict Hidzenboosh on Aug 15, 2011 11:07:07 GMT -5
"Yes. One could lose their job if they don't follow the rules. And there are a lot of weird laws out there. Such as Alabama, it is considered an offense to open an umbrella on a street, for fear of spooking horses. In Georgia, donkeys may not be kept in bathtubs. Oregon has a law that dishes must drip dry. My favorite is in Nevada everyone walking the streets is required to wear a mask. To stroll down the street playing a violin is against the law in Maine. To wrap this tidbit up, in Virginia, it is illegal to tickle women."
He shrugged, keeping a straight face through all of the list.
"The human mind will justify anything, no matter how diverse or illogical it really is to the rest of society, just like the human mind is susceptible to fear so long as the fear is real to someone else."
He went to stand next to her, the aroma of the food drawing him closer to the pan. It smelled wonderful and made him hungry. Another psychological wonder related to the senses.
Post by Vichee Founder on Aug 15, 2011 11:13:43 GMT -5
She giggled. "In Atlanta, Georgia it's illegal to tie a giraffe to a telephone pole." She grinned. "I find that highly inconvenient, don't you?"
She handed him the spoon and walked back over to the table, grabbing a bottle of white wine out of the last bag. "Open this for me please." she smiled and handed him the bottle, taking the spoon from him at the same time. She never could get wine bottles open on her own. The corks just didn't like to work with her.
"The human mind is fascinating, though a little scary." Vee nodded. "There are things I can hardly believe the mind can justify." she frowned. "I've spent a lot of time reading about Nazi Germany. Specifically the concentration camps and the experiments they did on the people. My dad used to warn me against reading so much of it but...I just want to try and get inside their minds. I want to know what made them think it was ok...just..why, you know?" She glanced back at him. "But of course, none of those books could tell me that..."
Post by Dr. Benedict Hidzenboosh on Aug 15, 2011 11:30:24 GMT -5
"The most a person can do is theorize what is happening within brain and what those electrical signals could possibly be sending."
He looked the wine bottle over as he spoke and then looked at the wine bottle opener. It looked like a contraption from Doctor Sues stories. He examined them for a moment longer before beginning to work on opening the wine.
"I personally thing he had a traumatic accident with, say, his wife or family member or suffered a strong enough strike to the frontal lobe to jar his brain and cause damage and disrupt the matter within and mar his judgement."
He got it open with a grunt and a pop from the bottle. He set the bottle on the counter and started to take the opener out of the cork.
"Though the other variable could be parental guidance. A mind that has received specific trauma from a select group will develop a distaste for them or an alliance with what they are not. It would explain why Hitler himself did not match the description of who should live."
Post by Vichee Founder on Aug 15, 2011 14:39:27 GMT -5
Vee nodded slowly, adding the tomatoes and wine into the pan. She gave it a quick stir and then turned the heat to low to allow the sauce to cook.
"Alright, next the meat." She crossed again to the table and pulled out the ground chicken she'd bought. "We're going to take what's left of the garlic and some onion and mix that in with salt, pepper, and bread crumbs." She started pulling out bowls and the needed ingredients; setting him to chopping again. "As small as you can get them, please."
"I guess what I mean is not physically why but more...how he was thinking when he ordered these things. And the doctors; what they were thinking when they were doing these awful things. Their exact thoughts, not just a testimony..." She shrugged. "I try not to let it get me too much. Otherwise I'd get caught in it. Sometimes if I haven't exercised that day my mind with go into a sort of hyperdrive and I can't unfocus." She shook her head. "It sounds almost like Aspergers or something, doesn't it?"
Post by Dr. Benedict Hidzenboosh on Aug 15, 2011 15:27:59 GMT -5
"It doesn't sound like it to me. Just curiosity."
He focused on cutting the pieces as small as he could. He worked quickly after he figured out a system for cutting. He began to have thoughts of cooking once more. Perhaps some aspect of cooking could help with his daily tasks and his mission--what mission? It was over now. He paused to collect himself before he opened his mouth again.
"Once a person is gone, you can never understand why, or know what they were thinking... sometimes, it's just the grim fact.."
He meant this mostly to himself, but didn't clarify this. He finished chopping and went silent again. He didn't move for large period of time, having once again distracted himself from the present. He shook his head as he snapped out of it and turned to look around, as if he was somewhere new. He finally let his eyes settle on Vee.
Post by Vichee Founder on Aug 15, 2011 15:46:47 GMT -5
She nodded, not daring to say anything. Something told her he needed this moment. When he finally moved again, she dumped the ground chicken in the bowl in front of her along with the garlic, onions, salt, and pepper.
"Ok, just take a bit of meat and form it into a ball.." She pulled out a baking sheet and set a sheet of wax paper on top of it. "And put it on there. Nothing to it. Things actually get pretty boring now." Vee looked up, feeling her chest tighten a little when he actually met her gaze. She offered him a smile, bright and reassuring, and then broke away to check on the sauce. She didn't want to let it cook too long. Contrary to popular belief, the longer you let the sauce cook, the less flavor it had.
She figured she might as well start the water boiling for the pasta. She'd just grabbed some dried angel hair, not feeling ambitious enough to try and make her own pasta. She got to water in the pot on the cook top and then went back over to the table to help Ben make meatballs.
Post by Dr. Benedict Hidzenboosh on Aug 15, 2011 17:53:21 GMT -5
Ben did as he was told, and worked on the meat balls. This was new to him and the texture was weird. It was like playing with... pond mud really. He made a face as he worked, he didn't like the feel of it. He would look at Vee whenever he could spare his focus on the balls of meat he was making. Meat balls... that was just a weird yet accurate name. The orbs he was making were different sizes and not always perfectly circle. He shamed himself. He was obviously distracted and shamed himself for it. He shifted to lean against the counter as he worked on this. His phone vibrated from the other room but he ignored it. He opened his mouth for a topic but then closed it again. He pulled a face then focused on his ball that was in his hand.
"So, other than work out, what do you do for fun?"
Post by Vichee Founder on Aug 15, 2011 18:03:59 GMT -5
Vee paused and thought for a moment, trying to focus on something other than him.
"Well, I like to travel a lot. Before I came to Haven I was in a different city every weekend." She smiled, watching her hands as she made her own meatballs, mostly like his and were all different shapes and sizes.
"I like to go to cities and just...walk around. Usually I'd get up early and walk around at random all day, until it got dark and I realized I should probably head home." Her eyes glazed slightly as she thought about those walks and the things she would see.
"Of course I can't do that anymore..." Her smile fell and her shoulders sagged a little just thinking about it. "Haven is nice, but it's not the same, you know?" She sighed and shrugged.
"So here I run and I like to read, so Ill take a book out into the woods..." She chewed on her bottom lip for a long moment and then smiled. "One thing I do really like about this place is the stars. They're so bright and vivid here. Sometimes I take a blanket out into one of the fields and just lay there and stare at the stars. It's really...calming." She smiled softly. Maybe she could convince him to go with her sometime. That would be nice. She was sure laying under the stars would be even better if Ben was with her.
Post by Dr. Benedict Hidzenboosh on Aug 15, 2011 18:16:35 GMT -5
Ben paused and looked at her.
He knew a bit about astrology, but not too lot or enough that would make him want to go star gazing. It did sound peaceful, though, and with the lack of overbearing light sources, they would be much brighter. He looked at the stove as he thought about it. A book would be hard to read, but during the day, it was something he would rather enjoy to do. He himself had nothing else he did. He hadn't done anything but obsess over the Reverie for so long that he didn't have time for anything else...He wouldn't even know where he would begin to try to have fun.
He came to a conclusion and looked at Vee. He wanted to learn to have 'fun' and to have 'friends' like he had before. Before he lost Ricky. His throat tightened slightly but he didn't show it.
"Can I join you some time?"
It would be hard to explain why, and he didn't want to sound like he was inviting himself. He wanted to study normalcy that was beyond his grasp of every day life. He wanted to triumph over loneliness and claw his way out of the darkness, one therapeutic session at a time.