Self Vs. Self
Am I the only person who has days when their brain says one thing and their body does another? For example, my brain just said “I should check work email” and yet, somehow my fingers typed out the URL for Facebook, despite the fact that I never, ever, ever check Facebook*, so I don’t even have the “it’s a learned response” excuse to hang on.
(* This is only a mild exaggeration; the only times that I find myself on Facebook is when I either am very, very bored and the internet has run out of ways to entertain me – which, considering the size of the internet, should tell you something – or when I see one of those “BlahBlah has sent you a message on Facebook!” alert emails and the first line of the message is something like “OH MY GOD I AM DYING.” Otherwise, I always read the alert email and think, eh, I’ll respond to that later and never ever get around to it. If pressed, I have to admit that my feelings about Facebook are not a million miles away from this.)
(I love The IT Crowd, and love Netflix Instant Streaming even more for giving it to me, considering American television didn’t want to. Yes, even BBC America.)
But there are times when my body has decided that it’s sick of being ruled by my head. When my head is saying things like “Well, that’s ridiculous to have a second quesadilla, that first one was pretty big,” for example, or anytime when I start to watch Dollhouse and tell myself not to fastforward through the dull bits (AKA, most of Eliza Dushku’s scenes). I comfort myself, when these things happen, by telling myself that it’s the onset of advanced age, and that my body has learned that it occasionally knows better than my brain – something almost scientifically demonstratible in the case of Dollhouse and fast-forwarding, I feel – but nonetheless, it nags at me. One day, I’m convinced, I’ll wake up and my body will decide that it’s clearly time for me to stay in bed even though I have countless things to do that’re more productive. Instead, I’ll stay under the warm covers, comfortable and snug ignoring the world and its worries.
There are worse ways to go, I think.
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