sporadic thought bubbles

We frequently find ourselves in situations where the dictates of the heart conflict with the lessons of the mind. Times when, it seems, we must dissociate thought from emotion if only to preserve the frayed edges of our sanity. We, as humans, are unique that way. Next to opposable thumbs, these endless conversations with ourselves perhaps compose the fabric of our humanity; the 2 1/2 inches of functioning synapses that separate our race from the rest. It is the perpetual questioning, the birth-to-grave debate between basic primal instinct and the ever-evolving intellect, that serves to set us a notch higher than the average primate.

And when this is put to the test, when we begin to wonder which layer of self to follow, it might be wise to recall basic anatomy. Brain over heart, gut, and genitalia. It is with thinking that raise ourselves to a plane above the murderer, the wife-beater, the cheater, the dog, the spider on the bathroom wall. It is with thinking that we scrape together whatever ounces of dignity we can recover just to make ourselves close to whole.

Note to self: Next time thoughts and instincts collide, go with mind.

EQ is overrated. Think.