HEART COOKS BRAIN

Why does every response to a story of an adult acting childish or hurtful or cryptic end in the statement or conclusion that “he must be in love with you”, like its only justified or constituted by irrational feelings, due to love or romance or that vein of sentiment. Is that sort of dynamic the only thing that matters when you reach a certain age? Or is that just our excuse for everything? Or are those things we only tell ourselves? That she’s just jealous. That he can’t handle his feelings. That everything is just too much.

While that may occasionally be the motive for someone to act in such a way, I don’t think it is always that simple. I think that people are much more rational and reasonable than that. But maybe that’s me, once again, just being the idealist that I am.

Or maybe I’m in denial when I try to state that I’m above it all. Or else I might not be eating a 6 pack of chocolate donuts at 2am, hot pepper waffle chips, drinking one those horrible kool-aid bursts with the twist off tops. Disconsolate and bewildered, over-thinking the dynamics of everything.

Heart cooks brain. My brain's the burger, and my heart's the coal. On this life that we call home. Where the years go fast, and the days go slow. Modest Mouse may not be very elegant, but maybe they've got it right.