dog whistle

there was that story of the man that had nothing on his mind. literally zero. his skull was a cavernous tunnel with but a tiny pea in it.

the pea only has a dozen or so neural connections. and so his CNS, having to choose early on which bodily and cranial functions to allow and which to let waste away, chose, among myriad other things, to let the recognition of nonphysical mental sensations fade. emotions per se. and so he needs a mirror up to his eyes to watch the pupils dilate to "feel" that he is in love and he knows that when his palms are moist it means that he is either nervous or that it's summer and if his mirror reveals a reddened face then he acts mad which also sometimes helps out in his embarrassing red-faced situations, the madness, but is also sometimes extremely awkward.

and he cannot make decisions for himself and so he awaits orders in all situations. and has developed, surprisingly, all these keen little ways to get others to give him orders in situations where no one has yet given a direct order. and basically everyone can see that he is doing it, the second degree order seeking, but his pea cannot recognize recognition.

so anyway if he stands in a strong wind that is running from the left side of his body to the right or right side to the left as opposed to in his face or at his back the neighborhood dogs will go totally bat shit, howling mad.