Do you know the feeling of having a brain that is garrulously annoying than your mouth? I should know. I have one. At times, I wish I could shut my brain thoughts like how I could shut my mouth if I’m not in the mood for talking. Unfortunately, if my mouth doesn’t do the talking, my brain does the job. It will think of this and that; the “what ifs” and “what could/should/would”. Oftentimes, my brain pisses me off and maybe the feeling is mutual because at times when I needed it to work, it doesn’t cooperate.
Oh, how it loves playing with yours truly. Someday, we’re going to have a confrontation. And I’m sure as hell; I’ll be the last one standing. But of course, you can’t stand on your own; I have just remembered that you don’t have feet to stand proud so I guess the odds are on my side.
Stop. Right now. Come on, brain. Give me a break. Not that I don’t like you around. I do appreciate you, you know. It’s just that, you think too much and it is exhausting the hell out of me. It would actually be quite nice if you and my chops are in the same pace, though. Hyperactive brain plus big mouth equals the real deal.
Here’s the dilemma. No matter how much I try, my brain and mouth doesn’t seem to be in conjunction with each other. It’s like they have their own free will. Amazing is it not? I must be definitely out of my mind.
Hush, said my chops.
I think my brain just farted. And you’ve just read the seepage.