I have to draw a really hard line between vigilance -useful- and hypervigilance -not useful-.
A few examples:
- Vigilance = I may bolt up out of bed ready to fight when a person enters my room (or come all awake, but play asleep).
- Hypervig = I bolt up out of bed ready to fight when a mosquito farts 3 houses over :shifty:, or attack the person in the room without target identification :bag:
- Vigilance = Situational Awareness : I know everything going on at all times, and am acutely wired to any change in that situation, anything "wrong" pops like it's lit up by neon, and I can adapt fluidly.
- Hypervig = Overwhelmed by even the most mundane situations, I can't parse any of it, much less respond quickly and accurately to any piece of it. Everything "pops". Everything is too bright, too loud, too much.
- Vigilance : I can identify by sound alone the various positions & movement of those around me; people, vehicles, games children are playing, animals, etc. Visual confirmation is mostly an extra, that I apply fleetingly to fill in the details of my mental map, keeping most of my attention on what I'm doing. ((Classic example of having a conversation with automobile parts employee and "randomly" plucking child attempting to sneak off with one hand, whilst snatching the falling wrench the guy at the counter behind me has just dropped, with the other, all without pausing in conversation with stunned employee. Moms get that look a lot. // Hey. I can carry on a 3 way conversation while driving a car people are shooting at (the assholes shooting at me, the person beside me, and the radio), be reloading a weapon, and STILL not hit any pedestrians -nor mistake firecrackers for more assholes that way- turn that way. Multitasking multilevel awareness is my motherf*cking balliwick.))
- Hypervig : I have to visually assess and dismiss everything that comes into my sphere of awareness, and still freaking jump at -or misidentify- things I'm already aware of being there. I can't even do ONE damn thing at a time, much less half a dozen. OMG THE CEREAL!!! And the bowl overflows, and I knock over the milk, end up throwing the box halfway across the room, and just end up collapsed on the floor sobbing into a puddle of milk, while the dog licks me. Yep. Can't pour cereal into a bowl. Check. Outstanding. Why? Because the box was brightly colored and stole all of my attention. And then I forgot how to stand up, apparently. And now I WOULD stand up but the texture of the floor under my cheek is more than moderately alarming, and my fight instinct has kicked in, and I'm having to not punch the floor. Wait... I don't own a dog. :banghead: f*ck. f*ck me. PAY ATTENTION. To. The. Things. That. Are. Important. Aaaaaargh. I suck at life. And now I'm out of cereal.