There are days, ever so often, when I feel as if my brain explodes. Not that it is going to explode, might explode, or could possibly explode. But that it has actually already exploded. The type of day that I am writing about is rarely a good day. They actually generally come off as more-than-miserable. And to make matters worse it is beyond difficult to begin to ascertain what exactly it might be that will potentially cause the explosion.
Of course my brain doesn’t literally explode, don’t be silly. How would I be writing this?
I am a smart guy, with a capacity for big ideas, small ideas, and all other sorts of shapes, sizes, fabrics, varieties, densities, and frequencies of thought. Brain explosion halts them all. It is most disrupting.
The uniquely pitiful precipitant of brain-explosion is that often my silly heart will follow, again not in the literal sense. Imagine if you were keen on spending a quality amount of time in thought thinking thoughts about how you might accomplish, do, create, or manage something and that beautifully sought train of magnificent ideas were derailed by a mental malfunction of dastardly proportions? When I think thoughts I rarely do so casually as I enjoy the thinking of them. When that stops all-of-a-sudden it is disrupting. It makes me sad. My heart follows brain-explosion with sad time. That’s kind of like when you plan to spend time doing something fun, you know fun-time, but instead something sad happens, and it becomes sad-time.
What cures brain explosion?