The brain really does slip into a world that is usually hidden away by a cloud of restfulness and glorious sleep. For those of us not so lucky, like STEM majors, our mind uncovers neural pathways that just seem to put together the strangest bits of thought from every region of the brain. The brain truly does seem to make an effort to keep the body from collapsing into a immobile, sleeping heap at the bottom of the stairs in the way of students whose brains are also barely keeping their arms from hauling them straight to their beds.
But going back to those random bits of thought under the neural rocks in our brain… Isn’t it strange that we are suddenly hypersensitive to things that really don’t have any relevance in the alternate universe of good sleep? Think about it.
After doing a Genetics lab report from 10 pm to 4am, you go into the bathroom before class. And you go aaaaaalll the way to the back.. you know.. the nice, big stall for the handicap people? So you settle down, make sure you don’t fall in the toilet (guys, let’s pretend you’re taking a crap), and you start your business. Suddenly, you realize… what happens if an ACTUAL handicap person comes in??
“I could potentially kill someone,” you think. Can you imagine that poor handicap person? No handles or support to help them out…then they slip, fall, and the toilet explodes as they fall on it. All because you were selfish and needed a lavish area to drop your little excrements.
Think about this…. How would you respond to someone if they suddenly said you had moldy brain cells? Like…what?? I mean I don’t know if you know anyone who would actually say that… but your sleep-deprived brain has just asked you a question. You need to answer this question. What. Would. You. Say.
…Well, so do you…
Better to have moldy brain cells than no brain at all.
Yeah well… you have shitty brain cells..oh what now?
Here’s another one… what would you do if you saw someone dancing with a lamp? Like you just go into your room, stretch ‘cuz you’ve had a long day. Then, you go to open your window just for kicks..and you see the neighbor..dancing with a lamp…
…close those the blinds slowly.
But yeah….our brain is ridiculous dontchu think… like…what is it doing thinking about barrels of potatoes rolling down the street? Like what relevance does that have to the fact that I’m about to pass out from exhaustion in my Genetics lab…
Have a happy Saturday!!