2.1.14

Body Versus Brain

What It’s Like To Be Me. 

(Alternate Titles: “Why I Nearly Fell Asleep at 10pm on New Year’s Eve” or “Aren’t You Glad I Have a Filter and Don’t Say Everything I think Out Loud? Yes! You Are!”)

This is what New Year's Eve was like for me.

(Wake up at unknown hour in the morning)

BODY: Toss. Turn. Bathroom. You need to go to the bathroom. Toss. Turn. Seriously. You need to go now. Go.

BRAIN: Ugh, why did you have soda last night? That was dumb. You know what? It feels like it could be about 6, so we should just get up and get an early start on the day. Pretend to be a morning person or something! Let’s go!

(Go to bathroom. Check clock. 3:00am…)

BODY: It’s 3:00am. We are going back to sleep. Fall asleep. Fall asleep. FALL ASLEEP!

BRAIN: Hi! HELLO! I AM AWAKE! LETS TALK! WHAT DO YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT? LET'S TALK ABOUT OUR DREAM! THAT WAS WEIRD HEY! DO YOU KNOW ANYONE NAMED JIM? YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE? YOU SHOULD CHECK TWITTER! I BET OTHER PEOPLE ARE AWAKE ON TWITTER! YAY! I’M AWAKE!

BODY: please go to sleep. pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease.

Three hours later…

BRAIN: AND YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE YOU SHOULD LOOK UP? THAT GUY WHO WAS THE ANGRY DOCTOR FROM ER WHO WAS IN THE XFILES LAST NIGHT AND GOT HIS HEAD CHOPPED OFF! I WONDER WHAT HE IS DOING NOW? Also, I’m kind of tired, can we go back to sleep?

BODY: It’s 7:00 am. YOU HAVE TO GO TO WORK YOU IDIOT.

BRAIN: Seriously, I’m wiped. And it’s New Year’s Eve. How are you going to stay awa….COFFEE! LETS GET COFFEE. ALL THE COFFEE. COFFEE! COFFEE! COFFEE! LET’S GO SOMEWHERE NICE BECAUSE YOU ARE SO TIRED AND DESERVE A NICE COFFEE! COFFEE!

BODY: Yup. Fine. Lets go.
(Later that day at work)
BODY: Hey there, Twitchy McTwitcherson, how ya feeling?
BRAIN: Why did you let me drink all that coffee? I think I’m going to hurl. Oh, look kittens!
BODY: Why did I? Eye Twitch. Stomach Churns. Seriously. Your New Year's resolution should be to develop some SELF CONTROL. And FOCUS.
(Get let off early because apparently New Years Eve is some sort of fake holiday. Go grocery shopping. Don’t hurl or punch anyone in the face. Success!)
BRAIN: HEY! You know what? We just got the afternoon off. Instead of watching more X Files and becoming more paranoid, we should HAVE A NAP! Then we’ll be all rested for tonight! Isn’t that the best idea ever?
BODY: WHAT? You’re kidding right? We had three cups of coffee and approximately 17 After Eight mints (thanks Mom!). There is no WAY I will fall asleep.
BRAIN: Oh, come on. That’s like the only thing you’re good at! Naps! It’s our specialty. Let’s have one!
BODY: Muffled scream. 
(3 hours later, I awake with a start to discover there is no way I will be on time for my evening plans.)
BODY: Shit! Shitshitshitshitshitshit.
BRAIN: It’s okay! Now you’re rested. And it’s just drinks. And, seriously, you’re always late for everything. People expect you to be late. It’s the only thing you’re good at other than napping. YOU KNOW WHAT? We have to stay up late. Let’s have a shower so we feel better and then GO GET SOME COFFEE! Do you think there is anywhere still open for coffee? I LOVE THE COFFEE! WAIT YOU HAVE COFFEE HERE! LETS MAKE COFFEE! YOU ARE BRILLIANT!
BODY: Oh for fucks sake.
(10:00pm)
BOTH: We’re tired! Let’s Sleep! Screw New Year’s Eve!


It's 2014.

Hello blog! I am back! 

Lately I’ve had a lot of words floating around in me and I don’t know where else to put them. People have noted that my Facebook statuses are becoming verbose. I’m turning thirty in a few months one month exactly so maybe this is some kind of cry for help. (Kidding! Maybe?).

I’m worried that this activity is narcissistic. That I don’t have thoughts that people want to hear. That the things I want to post about are too broad and diverse. That I have better things to do with my time. That it may come back to bite me in the ass. That blogging was a silly thing I did in my early twenties and isn’t a relevant or useful activity as I enter my early thirties. I obviously worry too much.


So what will this be? Whatever the hell I want! I’m a narcissistic millennial! In all seriousness, it will not be updated regularly, it will not be a diary of daily activities and it will not be an accurate representation of my whole life.