My brain is very much in love with your brain.
Your brain? What about your heart? Doesn't it bother with me anymore?
Sorry. My heart is in the basement. Trapped, gagged and bound. I had to do that. It was behaving inappropriately for too long. No punishment seemed sufficient. It caused too much damage and distress to every muscle and vessel around it and even to various entities outside the body.
And brains can only love those of an ilk? What if your brain could love my heart instead? That would be too genre-crossing? Too inter-species? Too mismatched?
I don't think that's the issue. It's just that reason has no respect for feelings. It pretends to do so, for the sake of liberal thinking. But deep down it despises them. Mostly out of envy, in my case.
Envy?
Yeah. As dumb, clumsy and embarrasing as they can get, feelings always win the jackpot. Whilst reason, treated as a virtue, always falls behind, unsatisfied.
Do feelings have respect for reason?
They don't care. Which is why reason's fury is a comedy show. Especially for my heart.
But it got outta hand lately. Due to circumstances I don't care to detail, the heart felt intitled to make decisions without consulting reason, took over the speech function, started controlling feeding and drinking habits, until the whole body turned into one big walking freak show.
And now, with the heart incarcerated, reason is humbly back in command and reiterates, with somewhat more dignity, the type of reaction you bring out of me.
