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Sometimes my brain doesn’t take care of its flesh vehicle for a while; typical situation is I don’t get a shower or shave for a little too long. And then my brain becomes convinced that it doesn’t like itself very much. Then another part of my brain realizes what’s going on, but has learned that my brain isn’t very reliable, and is also fairly open to suggestion. So my brain takes a shower and shaves and puts on clean clothes, and then my brain is tricked into liking itself again.
It’s literally like playing peekaboo with your own self-esteem in the mirror.
Psyche and Soma. Separate entities that work hand in hand but sometimes keep secrets from each other.
Eh, wat. Is there any sane person who after a day of, say, real hard studying, cannot distinguish that “my brain and mind are tired from all the load they’ve pulled, but I am actually relieved it is finally over”?
Most people would probably just throw a blanket statement like “I’m exhausted” and call it a day.
Damn. True that
Your conscious brain is like 10% of your brain. The other 90% doesn’t follow instructions and needs to be carefully trained and complained about
Autistic experience is talking about your entire body this way. “The body is irritated” or “the body is overwhelmed”.
Especially when shutting down, thinking like that helps cope with the feeling of being “helplessly trapped”.
“the body needs a sacrifice” - eats fried chicken
ohshit.
It’s the “self” part that’s the illusion there. There’s just consciousness and its content. There’s no “you” in there that’s somehow separate from the process in your brain causing it to feel like something to be.
It really is. Haven’t you ever been trying to remember something, actively racking your brain to remember it, but it is completely lost. So you give up. You move on. Hours later, you’re talking to someone about dinner plans, driving in rush hour traffic, weighing the merits of Chinese vs Mexican, every part of your conscious mind handling the moment. And then suddenly your mind goes “DUSTIN HOFFMAN PLAYED CAPTAIN HOOK!”
That wasn’t “you”, the person, the conscious mind. That was a you that works backstage. They had to go down into the sub-basement to the deep stores, dig through a warehouse full of useless knowledge for the right factoid.
I call mine Derek. Derek just ran back up the stairs kicked in the door and delivered the query results after being dispatched hours ago. That wasn’t me that remembered that info. Derek did.
I’ve been calling mine Elmo for a couple decades. Because it’s little and annoying. Then that muskrat turd started getting called Elmo (I assume for the same reasons). I want my nickname for my subconscious back dammit
That shit byte me in many exams, it made me hate preparing for exams because I didn’t know if the effort was going to be worth it.
Courtesy of COVID I feel like a frustrated spectator dealing with poorer memory, and brain fog when I reach the limits of a much reduced intellectual stamina.
My brain is often an asshole and we argue every day.
Untrustworthy little bastard 🧠
Yeah, there’s me, and then there’s the One Who Knows Things. He’s not always helpful.
Encyclopedia: “Your mangled brain would like you to know there is a boxer called Contact Mike.”
I JUST WOKE UP! WHY WOULD I NEED THAT?! WHAT POSSIBLE STIMULUS COULD HAVE SUMMONED THAT?!
Brain: “you be seven missed text massages from Contact Mike”
Brain: “I said what I said”
And not always wise. Yet we seem to take its opinions at face value, and forget the true mind lingering behind, but always present
wait till they find out about the belly brain, and how microbiota affects mood
Uh oh, my chronically low dopamine wants a word with you
(But you are also right)
2 billion bacteria can’t be wrong when they say cheese is a perfectly valid snack. Or meal.
The more cheeses, the more valid
We’re all just a cluster of cells. Majority vote…
My microbiota are cranky little bitches when I haven’t eaten in a while lol
Or just because
Had a parent (in full denial about a possible ADHD adjacent diagnosis) excuse their child’s actions (defiantly running away from their carer and across a road) as “their brain must have been tired”.
FFS you are your brain*, the rest is just transport.
* I argue that your brain is just the substrate you run on and there can be several of you running there.
These ones are living the plural dream!
It’s crowded in here, can someone open a window?
Well, the eyes are the windows to the soul and they can be opened!
With a grapefruit spoon?
A grapefruit spoon and a lot of enthusiasm!
“I don’t know sbout your brain but mine is really bossy”
Laurie Anderson
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