– sigh –

Yep, a big ol’ heavy sigh. Not a happy relaxing one. One trying to bring some comfort to a body pained by its mind. There is a lot to be said for deep, proper breathing.

Grey matter – that part of the brain that allows us to conceptualize things. To see what is not there through imagination. To mentally mix and match bits and pieces of every experience, sight, sound we have ever had and present to ourselves “a reasonable possibility”. To assume an outcome.

It covers forethought – that thing we humans do – looking into the future with only the past as a guide. To expect an event. Oh sure, the whole learn-from-your-mistakes thing has some good points to it. How many times do you want to lick a frozen flag pole? Once is good.

HOWEVER, when the imagination begins to meld things, concoct a stew of things that are not compatible, a volatile cocktail can emerge. Add to this a vision of just what this incendiary mix can, will do and you have a bad day made entirely out of – nothing.

I have oversimplified this process while at the same time, made my reaction to one little comment into a rambling jumble of crap about how the brain works. I really don’t know how it works or, I would fix mine.

Too much creativity,  too much forethought is the bad part of the brain mutation. Four words was all it took to wipe out four days of contentment and hope. Four words was all it took to set my grey matter into over drive and project a dismal, dark and sad future. Just ’cause I know it doesn’t make it at easier to deal with. Nor does it make the forethought wrong. It could happen just the way I am seeing it happen.

– sigh –

By the way – I have no idea if the grey matter is the part that all this happens in. I just like the way it sounds and am to uninspired to look it up. – sigh –

A V