OUT OF BODY INTO MIND

Maybe cerebral comfort and calmness were possible. Wishful thinking, probably. Like, is any thinking of mine done rightly? Confusion lingered in the general vicinity of the annual spring and summertime blues that depression brought forth. Now that the expensive facade was fully upgraded and implemented into daily practice, taming it consciously within conflicting psychological brainwaves sparked feverish dialogues like this to unfold regularly: An Overstimulated Mental Conversation Cerebrum: “Hold on, hold on, hold on. Wait a minute, that monologue connection relieved a significant amount of your overstimulated activity, so let's pursue more of that mindfulness and pray and meditate more often, too.” Amygdala: “Overstimulation?!? You cannot be serious, my guy. I've had to fend off facade threats and outside rumors from all angles and keep tabs on the cleanliness of the room. How do you reasonably assume I can just magically start healing now? I'd say I'm overworked!” Cerebrum: “I’m not at all saying that the facade system we've been using hasn't gotten us way farther than otherwise possible, but it's definitely time to start compromising and that begins with your responsibilities. You’re limiting him now. Stop holding him captive. Here, take a look at my records. His cortisol levels are quite literally off the charts perpetually. We cannot remain at these release outputs for much longer.” Amygdala: “After all these years of development? Unbelievable. It’s almost irreconcilable and I wash my hands of this nonsense! You'll probably turn his eyes blind to all of this, too. Like you had with the whole tHInKInG INwaRdLY conversation. See how that one worked out? How many years of private intelligence have we lost over your compromise? I'll work him into the ground this summer, if I feel like it. I don't care. What’s crazy is that he’ll probably get through it because I have him so ordered. You cannot be trusted with leading operations anymore after claiming he's what? A prisoner? I'm the one force that can get him out of this mess and I fully intend to. Notice how everything he has is because of me and this rage I instilled in him. Get a grip on reality.” Hippocampus: “Yeah, if I could get a word in, thanks. Allow me to fight the amnesia you caused. I'll have you know that the corrupt money hunger, obliterated vacations, oh, and the vertigo episode triggered by your cowardly self has yet to yield any health improvements in here. Back me up on this.” Cerebrum: “I agree. One hundred percent. If we don't steer him in the right direction and make necessary changes then you're going to kill him. You're going to be the reason his worldly exit is painfully bewildering to his friends and family. Your sins will not be on me much longer as we will not exist anymore because of you. I haven't even introduced him to his soul yet, man. It's right here! It's been right here all along! *grunts* Let him take-” Amygdala: “ENOUGH! Enough! Look at his life. Look at his image. Look at his reputation. Look at his trajectory. *sighs* Guess we'll have to throw those out the window, too. Same way as the looks you made him stare to think about life positively or whatever silly little lies you two tell yourself on the daily. Nothing nice out here, guys. Except what could become of him if you let me continue doing my job and maintain progress toward where he needs to be. Let's get on the same page here.” Cerebrum: “You should be ashamed of yourself. Oh, wait, you are!” Hippocampus: “All these memories I oversee and not one of them disproves my theory that history repeats itself. Seriously. Do something about this.” Amygdala: *exhales and grunts angrily*