around different friends but three to five perosonalities rarely are expressed to anyone but those closest to us.
Well, none of this is very scientific, but there was a study done on patients who had their corpus collusom severed. (I've probably mentioned this study before.)
Anyway, if you think of the brain halves as two computers, each programed to do certain things, you can then equate the corpus collusom to a data transfer cable, allowing our brians to proccess information (sight, sound, touch, taste and smell) without overloading our sysetm. Usually.
Next, they were presented with pictures. They could not say what they saw and in fact, in fact most were unawre of the pictures (because the cable that transfers that data to the verbal side of brain was severed.) However, they still chose a job from among the pictures. Jobs such as pilot, circus clown and artist.
I've always found this study interensting and ever since reading, I've hypothesized that we are essentially two people and you can see this expressed in langaue when people talk about themselves in the plural. My, myself and I being a common joke, but one that is also very apt.Another one is, "I'm of two minds."
It expresses life through imagines, often disjointed and strange because it cannot speak in words and is not aware of time in the same way our concious mind is. Nor can it seperate easily organize things. And yet, it can speak to us. Dreams of falling and fear can indicate that you feel overwhelmed or out of control.
(Beyond this study I mentioned, patients who have this kind of brain damage are also known to do strange things, like slap people, for which they are conciously unaware. Yes, this is a real thing.)
Anyway, recuring dreams are important but so are singular dreams. Last night, I dreamed of words. Exactly, I dreamed that a writer was talking about the value of a book versus a movie. She said that books are costly for their entertainment value because they lack the pictures and sound of a movie. I've heard this expressed by writers over the years on blogs and what not. Usually, writers say that books are to expensive for what the reader gets.
To me, this idea is intrinsically flawed, because it's based on the precieved value of pictures over text. While, I can understand that people who don't have mind movies would say this, I will never understand writers who do.
Because it's just not true.
Anyway, my subconcious wanted me to tell you all that so, I did.
I did so much for the boys and I thought I was being really good to them but I reinforced something their dad was adept at: selfishness. I never mentioned it before because I'm an adult and I shouldn't whine about forgotten birthdays, but then again I celebrated three birthdays with small gifts but kindnesses and not only was there no goodbye dinner, or card, or any of the things my good friends do, but no birthday card either. However to be clear, they also would have forgotten their dad's birthday and done absolutely nothing had I not been around to push them.
Kids are not exactly to blame for such things. They are kids after all and tend to forget about things like birthdays or little thank yous. Often, just being around them is reward enough because there is just something about children to us adults. However, whether you are a parent, relative, or family friend, I believe that it is possible to do children disservice by not teaching them to reciprocate. Just as the youngest of kids must be taught to share, they must also be taught to care.
I'll also add a caveat because kids are very good at saying thank you in the moment, because they are thinking about it and it's easy. True care has scope beyond a moment, and impulse. Very few children are born knowing this.
Anyway, they know I have not forgotten them because words are free and the cost of a stamp is negligible, but even that cannot go on forever un-reciprocated.
M.R. Jordan is a writer, editor, sporadic blogger, and lover of beer. Lives in South Korea with her two cats, Bear and Geumbi.
Bear (Gom in Korean) then (above) now (below)
Geumbi (Gold in English)... then (above) and now (below).