My brain, the Breadcruster.

Okay, I’ll give my brain credit where its due, but when it comes to cravings, this one is one huge Breadcruster. I call it ‘Breadcruster’, because I’m one of those people who don’t like bread crusts – I know, you’re a bread crust and you find this offensive- and it sounds cuter than ‘Douchebag’. Hey! My brain can be quite the antagonist, but I have to admit, I feel guilty insulting it – shh, don’t tell it!

I slept in today (I guess you can’t call it that, because I haven’t gone back to work, yet, and therefore, did not set an alarm) and peeked at the weather app. The snow stopped, but it was very cold. I mean, you tell me, why was I surprised of the cold? Was I expecting a 25 C weather during Ontarian winter? Probably. Okay, you may laugh, but only for 10 seconds.

I awoke with a craving for hot dogs. Wait, did you think I was a vegetarian? Actually, I don’t know why, but there are people who assume I am. I mention I’m an aspiring writer, and they ask if I’m a vegetarian or vegan. Does that make sense? Or perhaps, it’s because I tell them I don’t eat a lot of meat (I eat mostly chicken). Well, it doesn’t matter. I have nothing against vegetarians and vegans. I wish I could do it. But, let me go back to what I was saying. I wanted a hot dog, so I ate a hot dog. Yeah… I’m a bit impulsive when it comes to food.

Anyway, I satisfied my craving, watched an episode of ‘Charmed’, and turned on my laptop. I was in the middle of editing the last parts of my short story, “Laura’s Closet” when I felt like going to the gym. Now, I only go when the weather is just a bit warmer, because I walk 30 minutes to get there – I love walking, and surprisingly, some people give me a weird look, when I tell them I walk for that long, why? You go ask them – but, my brain tried to encourage me to go. So, I decided to pack my bag and walked to the gym. I did ‘Bodypump’ (I totally recommend it), and walked back home. After the workout, I felt like I could rule the world, and I guess I can thank my brain for that.

It was all going well, until Breadcruster brain decided to strike. “A toast with Nutella sounds good about now, doesn’t it?” It said. “It won’t hurt to have chocolate!” It said. “How about another hot dog?” It said. So, I had a teaspoon of Nutella, just so it would shut up.

Oh brain, you are always so unpredictable! But, the good thing is, now my brain says I should have tea :). So, I’m happy about that! And in case you didn’t know, I have a penguin mug :p.


Of course! The world does rule me today!

Brain Tantrums: Like a brain fart, but uncontrollable – Part One (because I’m sure there will be more)

Brain Farts, we’ve all had them. In my case, when that happens, I find to be more apologetic than ashamed. Yes, I’m still ashamed, but I find that quite often, I acknowledge my error, learn from it, and move on…that is until my brain decides to throw a Brain Tantrum. Now, this is where it gets uncontrollable. Why? Because, as much as I would like to move on from this (mind you, already forgiven) error, my brain finds the need to constantly remind me of it, to be point where I feel below any failure. Am I confusing this with guilt? Not at all. I feel sorry, but not guilty. I JUST want to move on from this error, and turn it into a learning experience. I want to bury it and do a penguin dance over it. But, no way! My brain will never let me move on. Instead, it pounds on my head, until it gets what it wants. It wants to see me (or feel me, I guess), curled up in a ball, rocking back and a forth, in a dark and spider-web-infested corner, until there is nothing left in my soul, but a catastrophe of shame.

Wait for it! Just when I think my brain has cooled off, after a time-out (meaning no LOTR, Harry Potter, Glee, or a marathon of the tv series Charmed), it digs deeper until it finds the weakest point…NOSTALGIA.

Why would my brain do this? It went from a brain tantrum to a brain masochist. I’m sure I’m not the only one, whose brain decides to play this error scenario, over and over, until one loses 98% of a good night’s sleep. Fine, make that 99.9%. And just when you thought you had finally fallen asleep, it wakes you up, ten minutes before you alarm goes off, and reminds you of the worst times of your life. Remember that song you used to listen to with your grandparents, friends, family? Oh yes, it will play in your head until tears pour down and soak your bed. Then, because this happens while you are still half asleep, you’ll wake up thinking you wet your bed. But, you’ll notice it was simply the mark of anguish left by your brain (as if a girl sleeping during her period wasn’t disgusting enough).

Oh dear brain, please stop reminding me of the dreadful experiences in my life. What happened, to “leaving the past behind”? Has this turned into, “leaving the past behind, until your brain turns around and shoves it in your face”?

Of course! The world still rules me…but with I will avenge with happy thoughts 😀



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