The Brain on commute

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Forty five-minute commutes are dangerous.  Why?  The mind has the free reign to truly mess with you, like mine did this morning. This was the morning’s dialogue…

<hiking through jungle on hot humid day> His Heart: <gasp> <gasp> Okay, <gasp> hold on buddy! <blood flow suddenly becomes constricted and Heart Owner has to sit>

His Heart: <trying to get its rate under control> just what are you at, again?!

Heart Owner: <hand on chest muttering rather distractedly>you know, same o.

His Heart: <gives a hard thump!> you’ve been listening to that brain of yours again, right?

Heart Owner: well yeah…

His Heart: Man of all the places to get advice!

Heart Owner: well it is ..<sarcastic smile>.. my brain.

His Heart: .. <scoffs> and absolutely incapable of handling my area of expertise. I get all the times before when we came here or the temple, I do. But this is HER, H.E.R!

Heart Owner: <rather sadly as his head drops and arms come to rest on his knees> Yea.. so…

His Heart: so? So?! SO! This is so freaking ridiculous.. <picks itself up and begins the long climb upstairs muttering fiercely beneath he’s breath>

<the dull echo of footsteps up a long staircase thud, thud, thud…till finally, the chilled luxurious living room of the brain..>

His Heart: Man! turn on the heat!!! <shivers>

His Brain: Why Heart.. <slaps him on the back> how are you doing ole man!

His Heart: <shivers moving away from the His Brain’s slap> why the heck are we out here, AGAIN?!

His Brain: Gotta get rid of the feelings, you know. <His Brain wanders away to the bar and pours himself a brandy>

His Heart: <flustered> for all the idiots… <grabs what’s left of his patience and calmly states> but, this time it’s HER.

His Brain: <hand stills above the brandy glass>,

His Heart: <seizes the opportunity> … sweet, pretty, loveable..

His Brain picks up the glass as His Heart continues:.. lips that beg to be kissed, killer body, confidence out of the yin yang, and those legs!

His Brain: <stops mid-sip and looks at His Heart> the one that sets your rhythm out of whack and the blood flow *ahem* south?

His Heart: <nods> The same one who sends all that Serotonin for you to party with!

His Brain: <sets the glass down hard and starts pushing His Heart> Heck Heart!Let’s get out of this damn jungle…

His Heart: <exasperated> You’re the one that operates the legs!

His Brain: Right..

His Heart: Doh!!!!!!!!

“The brain is the most outstanding organ. It works 24 hours a day, 365 days a year from birth, that is till you fall in love.”

I know, I know, I need help….