short bus enlightenment

the brain is the only organ that can think about itself.  how fucking weird is that to...think about?

i admit i think too much.  i know this because there's a book about it.  wanna guess the title...?  here's a clue: "vaginas who contemplate excessively."  

apparently this is not the lovely gift i believed was bestowed upon me at conception then bragged about from the moment i could talk.  sadly, according to my latest favorite mentor, none other than the cute and groovy deepak chopra, my disneyland of a brain not only not a blessing, it's a damn curse. 

so how, i ask, does one stop thinking?  and please correct me if i'm wrong (anyone, that is, who is not currently living in a cave at the top of a mountain in or around the vicinity of tibet, india or any other place one would deem "extra-spiritual.") but isn't the first thing that occurs to your average, non-yogi master, even if said seeker has pink pony sinshine (oops! i meant sunshine) daydream goals of self-awakening....to think about it....??!!! 

how many times do people say things we think we understand, only to have a "bathroom revelation" later that day or week or month which causes us to re-contemplate the entire scenario?  do they know we may have completely misinterpreted their meaning?  do we go back and ask them if they thought we understood the thing they believed they were conveying to us with razor-sharp accuracy?  how do we ever even know if what we say to someone gets into their head and does its pin-ball bouncy-dance then somehow, magically, is assimilated into their psyche in a form that resembles anything close to its original meaning?  might we know by their response?  their lack thereof?  do we care and does it even matter?  are we spewing our all-important opinion for their benefit or for ours? what the hell is communication anyway?  what's this bulllshit known as "active listening?"  what exactly is "mirroring?"  how can we know if someone is paying us a true compliment and when they just want to get laid/off work early or paid?

here i go again.  females who ponder wildly.

why did our all knowing creator give us this brain only to have it decide that over-using it is detrimental?  do we create our reality or does it create us?

i must stop. 

thank god for red red wine.