Why should I care what other minds think of my mind

 TODAY, NOVEMBER 17, 2024

Why should I care what other minds think of my mind.  And why should I care what my mind thinks of me and other minds?  Good thing I have a button to shut the damn thing off.  
I should never have bought one.  When it’s on, it won’t shut up, plays the wrong songs on repeat.  It asks way to many questions–wants to know everything, and it takes things personal, and it babbles when I try to sleep, which is why I call it Babe.

If you’ve been taking a brain laxative, you might have diarrhea of the brain.  Does your brain run on automatic pilot, spews whenever it has a mind to?  Does it experience brain farts and sudden explosions of bullshit?  The good news is, we have an app for that.  It’s called Duck Tape.  It doesn’t stop the diarrhea, but you won’t smell it anymore.

There was a warning label on the package when I bought this brain.  It has more ingredients in it than a loaf of bread.  I ignored the warning because of the benefits, like higher IQ, better reasoning, way more memory storage, quicker response time and search results, but I’m not sure the benefits out weigh its quirky human nature.

Before I bought the human brain I was happy, happy all the time.  I never worried or fretted over anything.  I just did my best with what appeared in front of me, and I had no cares about the rest.  When things didn’t work out, I didn’t give it a thought.  I just kept trying. I had no way life must go, had no way things must happen to be happy.  I was just glad, blissed-out, happy to be alive.  All that changed once I installed this marvelous human brain with its quirky nature, though I tried to delete the wack-a-doodle part, but failed.

The quirky nature that is part of the human brain is like having an alien living inside my head.  I say that because its ideas are alien to the way I currently am.  By comparison, you could say, the human brain is more alien to the way I am temporarily, than to what I really am.  Plus, the human brain hasn’t a clue to what it is, though I know now, exactly what it is.

The human brain comes with a personality, a biological inheritance of its ancestors.  It doesn’t know it’s a person, but it is.  It is an aggregate of its dead human ancestors.  To top it off, it gets programmed by alive humans with brains just as quirky as its dead ancestors.

All human brains come with inherited dispositions, attitudes, temperaments inclinations, tendencies and abilities that were shaped by their ancestor’s experiences, which are then further shaped by their own experiences.

To a lessor or greater degree all human brains come with physical, mental and emotional needs, wants, desires, and then get attached, entangled, and identified with people, places, and things.  

And now you know why every human brain has a human nature quirky side that rails and kicks against the pricks when reality (life) doesn’t go the way it thinks it should.