Sweet Nothings

Originally Posted Monday, June 30, 2014

There is little to say, nothing to post.  Sometimes you just become satiated with talking having talked and talked with manic fervor telling more and more until you realize with horror all that you've said, what you have revealed.  There is some chemical change in the brain, neurotransmitters, epinephrine, endorphins, oxytocin, dopamine, vasopressin. . . and then the hangover.  Perhaps serotonin, too.   It is like rolling for days, and then. . . a desire just to hang around the house. 

What chance does the human mind have in the face of such powerful neurobiology. 

Not to mention evolution. 

Whatever.  I have to make an early morning presentation to the Board that oversees the functioning of the factory today.  I will play the role, put on a monkey suit and hop around like a fool in the manner of a failed southern prom queen, all smiles and cliches and uptalk.  And then I will be miserable for the rest of the livelong day. 

I want you to remember something, though.  I want you to keep this one in the front of your brain.  People don't want to know everything, not about the world, not about you.  Be resourceful but quiet.  Design and craft.  And be careful.  You will either get what you want or you will not.  Either way, you could be screwed.