Somehow I have to have faith in why I am the way I am.
I wish I could talk to my brain:
Me: what’s this for? [As it hands me a bit of moss, slimed to the sides and bottom up in my hand. ]
Brain: Town and Country down the street ran out of soda, ya know? There’s been a canceled flight and I’m just damage control at this point.
Me: I don’t understand. Where’s the translation section?
Brain: You should not ask me about my day. Terminals are jammed. It’s “All Across the Board.” Give us some time to recover.
Me: Can’t you just concentrate on other things, like sleep?
Brain: The same was said ages ago. This isn’t rational. Deconstruction at the smallest degree is pretty painful for the first 30 t0 60 days.
Me: What if I play Bach, would that get things going…am I housecleaning at this point, or should I jump into a hazard suit?
Brain: Like I would tell you. I am not a masochist.
Me: Yes you are
Brain: That’s likely, if Bach has any say in the matter.
Me: Can we have a document drawn, or is this non-negotiable?
Brain: That’s not up to me–that’s up to the audience.
Me: I wasn’t aware there was an audience
Brain: You failed to notice the rustling of feet?
Me: I thought that was just the movement of your neurons
Brain: Not since you’ve downsized on receptors. Do you think Unions work for free?
Me: What if I offer whole evenings to meditation?
Brain: You’re not the type.
Me: No. That’s true. How long must this go on?
Brain: When is it ever safe to wind-surf, really?
Me: Not since you’ve provided the sharks.
Brain: I just deal with what comes up. Damage control.
Brain: Don’t get smart.
Me: Isn’t there a switch?
Brain: Yes. But you’ll regret switching it.
Me: I regret this state as it stands
Brain: No you don’t. Wait for the moss to grow.
Me: Grow, or explode?
Brain: You know…trust me in this.
Me: I don’t fucking trust you.
Brain: But, I’m all you’ve got, love.
Me: Stop giving me headaches.
Brain: Stop overloading the damn system!
Me: I am not the one shutting off terminals! I have no control over the tributaries.
Brain: Shrimp, you’re dealing with shrimp, my dear….while as I have had to accommodate sharks.
Me: I could say the same for myself. Add their pink bodies to the moss and I’ve been cultivating useless armies against your currents.
Brain: Leave me be.
Me: Again, I could say the same for myself.
Brain: ever heard of the ghost in the machine?
Me: Descartes, right? Is that what this is? dualism?
Brain: Not dualism. Mind-body problem. Like the sharks and shrimp.
Me: the mind-body problem *is* dualism
Brain: Is that my hand or yours?
Me: both, obviously?
Brain: are we co-dependent?
Me: in the true sense of the word, yes. I depend on you.
Brain: I need a bath
Me: Alright, just don’t invite the sharks.
Brain: As long as you stop shipping me so many damn shrimp!
Me: Which bubble bath? Sweet Pea or Vanilla Bean?
Brain: let me check with the serotonin…yeah, the guys are pretty sold on Sweet Pea.