It was pretty mean. Maybe I should not have said that.
I read somewhere that at any given moment, the brain has 14 billion neurons firing at a speed of 450 miles per hour. We don’t have control over most of them. When we get a chill... goose bumps. When we get excited... adrenaline. When we get angry… expletives. The body naturally follows its impulses, which I think is part of what makes it so hard for us to control. Of course, sometimes we have impulses we would rather not control, that we later wish we had.
The body is actually a slave to its impulses. But the thing that makes us human is what we can control. After the storm, after the rush, after the heat of the moment has passed, we can cool off and clean up the messes we made. We can try to let go of what was. Cause it’s being said already. Cause it’s being done already.
But then…
