Saturday, February 21, 2015

Volatility

Burn the bridges
Set fire to the rain
Build up the ridges
Let go of those reigns
 
It’s now
Before Never
All that grew
I sever
 
One, two then three?
Life was never meant to be free
That, more and more I see
This Februrary

Saturday, February 14, 2015

As the tear drops fell

There is one theory of Emotional Psychology which states that what we feel is based on the emotions we're overtly expressing. I.e.; We don't cry because we feel sad, but we feel sad, when we realize we're crying.
Before you completely dismiss it as a stupid theory, think about this: Have there been times when people have pointed out to you that you are frowning, or that you look sad, and you, till that moment hadn't been aware of feeling annoyed or sad, but once it's pointed out, and you realize it, you wonder, and maybe even started feeling annoyed or sad after that - because you might have had a reason to be annoyed or sad. It might have even been happiness ... Have you felt happier, when you noticed you were smiling?
Well, I'm not here to lobby for that theory, neither do I completely believe in it. I just think that it is interesting, and that it might be applicable in some situations.
Like today.
I have a terrible terrible cold. So terrible in fact, that even my eyes have been leaking all day. So I've had to keep wiping away tears all day.
Granted a blocked nose, exhaustion from the lack of sleep, the slight throbbing head ache from constant sneezing and a throat that was competing with a blazing blunt chainsaws is enough and more reason to make a person feel a little blue. But my day wasn't half bad otherwise ... but with the wiping of tears ..and wiping and wiping... I started thinking of all kinds of saddening things, and by the end of it all, well you get where I'm going right.
All I'm saying that James and Lange may not have been completely batting in the dark there.

Sunday, February 8, 2015

Primal Instinct: The Lean

Today, I was 1.5 hour into a movie, at the movie theatre. About a half hour after the intermission.
The imitation game. A brilliant movie, I love the actor, I loved the relationship equations being portrayed in the movie, and it was just closing in to the climax.
All I wanted to do was lean my head on the seat in front of me.

I wasn't unwell. Not physically. At the theatre that is.
I did have a friend next to me, but I didn't want to lean on him. I just wanted to rest my head, which was suddenly feeling too heavy for my neck somewhere. Put my head down.

One a side note: Personally, I feel the shoulder is one of the most attractive feature on men. Some so broad, like they were made just to be leant on. With the right person, that support is priceless.

I think it's a natural instinct, to get into a position which ensures more supply of blood to the part of the brain that is suddenly - forcibly - put on overdrive. To lean forward, and shut eyes as well in the process.
What got the brain into an overdrive was a 2 minute conversation. So crazy. That simple.
And the leaning ...well I didn't do it this time. 
But I have given in, many a time, and trust me, it helps. If not for anything else, but for providing one moment of absolute peace, that'll strengthen you right up before going back to deal with the chaos reigning in the mind.