They say the average weight of a human brain is about three pounds. It doesn’t seem like much weight overall for all it has to do for us. I am reflecting on brain size presently as I have been using my big brain today to work on a journal article. And while using my big brain is intellectually stimulating and has its moments, it is not the way I would choose to spend all my Saturdays. I like using my little brain better, the brain that doesn’t need a quiet room and focus to fully engage. The little brain works all the time even when the iPod is blaring and the unsynchronized body is doing what it conceives to be dancing. The big brain requires me to write and erase and write some more and restructure and review and erase again. Every sentence must be scrutinized, every citation must be correct, every linkage must be made – well, you get the point – it is exhausting.
Not that I don’t want to use my big brain…every once in awhile it is nice to revisit the fact that I have such a brain and know how to use it. I so love my little brain though as it allows free flowing sentences without edits, conversational meandering, abandonment of structured sentence formats and other such things. My little brain allows me to laugh at dumb things without regard for the fact that laughing too hard may cause me to snort.
The work I produce with my big brain requires me to use the letters behind my name…the work I complete with my little brain knows me as Ms. C and the only letters behind my name are BFD (big flippin’ deal). My big brain is the part of me that everyone points to when they say I am intelligent, but its my little brain that ensures that I laugh and enjoy life (hmmm…makes one wonder if folks have the intelligence quotient of the big brain and the small brain confused).
I have officially turned off the big brain for tonight. It is time to let the little brain call the shots for awhile and to turn on the iPod which will undoubtedly result in so-called dancing…which, by the way, may make it appear as if I haven’t a brain in my head at all – but that is just fine with me…sometimes, less is more.
Day five hundred and seventy-two of the new forty – obla di obla da