'I will not fight you' Because I am still technically a teenager, I spend a lot of my time looking for things to complain about. Dogs barking at the slightest creak of a floorboard, the street cleaner doing his job at a time that inconveniences me, but especially people who say “EX-PECIALLY” instead of how its supposed to be pronounced “ESPECIALLY!”
I digress.
I’ve been thinking a lot about change lately, more specifically my own change, how I am going to become the person I’d like to be. When I’ve thought about my own change in the past, I always thought it would be like the scene in ‘BIG’ where Tom Hanks wakes up wearing clothes that were too tight for him, hitting his head, and within a few days he is acclimatized to the situation. In this case, change happened to him, and he reacted accordingly. But what if change isn’t something that happens to you, but instead its something you do to yourself?
Well if that is the case, that you control your own change, why is it so difficult to do the things you know are good for you? The short answer is “I don’t know.” but thats boring, so I’ll have an educated guess for your enjoyment. My first instinct is to say its a battle between your frontal lobe and your hippocampus, your frontal lobe, knows that if you eat an apple instead of a McDonald’s apple pie, you will feel better for it, it also says that you should stretch instead of sitting curled up in your sweaty clothes watching Breakout Kings, into the early hours of the morning.
Your hippocampus on the other hand is the stupid, overtanned, oversexed guy who says YOLO sincerely. He’d fit perfectly in and episode ‘Jersey Shore,’ but we we want to be on the preferable 1970s western, ‘Kung Fu’ where David Carodine displays massive self control likened to that of a mother of three in a toy store. It thinks that you’ll never see food again and tells you to pick up that apple pie and keep watching crappy TV shows because after all “YOLO!”
You know I say, “Fuck you Hippocampus! I’m going to find a way to work around you, and be the person that I want to be, I’m going to live for me, not for survival. I’m going to exercise, stretch, and eat healthy, right after one more episode of ‘Breakout Kings’
LOVE.
I digress.
I’ve been thinking a lot about change lately, more specifically my own change, how I am going to become the person I’d like to be. When I’ve thought about my own change in the past, I always thought it would be like the scene in ‘BIG’ where Tom Hanks wakes up wearing clothes that were too tight for him, hitting his head, and within a few days he is acclimatized to the situation. In this case, change happened to him, and he reacted accordingly. But what if change isn’t something that happens to you, but instead its something you do to yourself?
Well if that is the case, that you control your own change, why is it so difficult to do the things you know are good for you? The short answer is “I don’t know.” but thats boring, so I’ll have an educated guess for your enjoyment. My first instinct is to say its a battle between your frontal lobe and your hippocampus, your frontal lobe, knows that if you eat an apple instead of a McDonald’s apple pie, you will feel better for it, it also says that you should stretch instead of sitting curled up in your sweaty clothes watching Breakout Kings, into the early hours of the morning.
Your hippocampus on the other hand is the stupid, overtanned, oversexed guy who says YOLO sincerely. He’d fit perfectly in and episode ‘Jersey Shore,’ but we we want to be on the preferable 1970s western, ‘Kung Fu’ where David Carodine displays massive self control likened to that of a mother of three in a toy store. It thinks that you’ll never see food again and tells you to pick up that apple pie and keep watching crappy TV shows because after all “YOLO!”
You know I say, “Fuck you Hippocampus! I’m going to find a way to work around you, and be the person that I want to be, I’m going to live for me, not for survival. I’m going to exercise, stretch, and eat healthy, right after one more episode of ‘Breakout Kings’
LOVE.
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