Mind the Synapses
I recently attended a half-day session of motivational speakers in Vancouver (I walked out, blinking into the sunlight, overwhelmed by the desire to run an ultra-marathon, conduct a scintillating study and write a book for my thesis, organize my desk, and create my own company, simultaneously) during which a very interesting psychologist spoke about the chemical reaction to stress in one's brain. Ordinarily, he explained, we have anywhere from 5 - 9 synapses firing away in our heads per second, keeping us in tune with the plethora of happenings occurring around us. However, in times of great stress (anger, frustration, sadness, shock) that number reduces to no more than three per second. This, of course, accounts for why we as individuals say dastardly things to one another when we're angry: we quite literally don't have the mental capacity to weigh the consequences, as our 2 - 6 other synapses have completely fucked off.
I'm convinced that this is why I should NEVER write and post something when I'm upset. There's so much emotion flowing that I assume I'm writing beautiful, elegant prose, and articulating what has never quite been articulated before. In actual fact, I'm usually spouting cliche at an alarming rate. Unfortunately, my mental defenses against crap are weakened and I can't tell the difference.
In short, this accounts for a rather weak start to the resurrection of my personal blog, in the form of some weepy Breakfast Dishes. I've decided to keep the post up (we must always remember our humble origins), but I have plans for this space that don't involve whiney personal lamentations.
Really, I do...