I don't trust myself nowadays. I suggest you shouldn't either. Not only should you not trust me, but you shouldn't trust yourself either. Specially so if you are prone to bodily chemical imbalances, a.k.a. केमिकल लोचा (Chemical Locha), as famously mentioned in MunnaBhai movies.
Every time I think about the whereabouts of my brain, Jimi Hendrix sings in my ear,
My quest has brought me to the subject of illegal chemicals.
Our body produces all the chemical compounds that are illegal. Yeah, even Cocaine. It's just all a matter of quantities. Basically, we are all born junkies. But let me focus on the matter at hand. Our moods, mood swings, emotions, what ever it is you want to call them, are basically controlled by a handful of chemicals. For instance, if you feel happy, you are in all likelihood, flooded with compounds called endorphins, serotonin, dopamine, or may be all the above. In case you're feeling a bit stressed out, Cortisol is usually to blame. And so is the lady/guy you just fought with. Maybe, a little adrenaline is also involved in foul play here.
Feel some luuvvvvv?? Oxytocin has taken charge of you! Run for your life!
I could research all day, all night, and type another dozen fancy words to show off my know-how about the body. But then, my life is precious to me. So in the name of survival instinct, also a result of chemicals inside of me, I shall stop my scientific sounding rant.
I feel pathetic inside my room. If I tell this to my mom, she'll tell me to clean up my room, which would......probably solve the problem. But then, that would in turn, introduce another problem, that being 'Cleaning my room'. So, I'm not going to tell my mom about how i feel inside my room.
I do know the reason why I feel like I can fly, the moment I step out of my door. That's because it gives me the freedom of running into the fellow chemical bags I want to run into. Specially since no ladies are allowed inside hostels. And also, there's something very arousing about morning sunlight. I can feel the sun rays engulf me in the mornings, when it is cold outside. But the heat from the sun purges and rejuvenates the soul from within, somehow.
Everything looks many shades lighter, many shades more beautiful. I bet if you have a lady, she looks even more sexy the morning after. That's just a speculation, as I haven't seen my lady the morning after. You see, just the imagery floods me with oxytocine, endorphins and testosterone.. In case you get that one!
Who would have thought that just by writing about the chemicals inside us, one could get a chemical high? But then again, I don't trust this high will last too long. This unreliable body of mine, I tell you! What a creation! Imagine a replicating machinery existing as a vehicle for a consciousness. That is all our bodies are. We are a part of nature's experiment, an experiment called survival. And yet, despite each one of us knowing this at some level deep inside, we cling to this solipsistic existence of ours. As an ending, there's only one phrase that comes to mind, and as usual, I know not why..
Every time I think about the whereabouts of my brain, Jimi Hendrix sings in my ear,
I got a bad bad feelin', that my baby don't live here no moreI possess an absolutely amazing ability to cook up things in my head. So there's always food for thought. Bu the food ain't good all the time. I experience extended periods of awesomeness followed by brief stints of morose darkness. The latter phases, although very short, or so feel, more than sufficiently cover-up for my 'Happy-hours'. And hence, I wonder, as to what is the cause of such rampant upheavals.
My quest has brought me to the subject of illegal chemicals.
Our body produces all the chemical compounds that are illegal. Yeah, even Cocaine. It's just all a matter of quantities. Basically, we are all born junkies. But let me focus on the matter at hand. Our moods, mood swings, emotions, what ever it is you want to call them, are basically controlled by a handful of chemicals. For instance, if you feel happy, you are in all likelihood, flooded with compounds called endorphins, serotonin, dopamine, or may be all the above. In case you're feeling a bit stressed out, Cortisol is usually to blame. And so is the lady/guy you just fought with. Maybe, a little adrenaline is also involved in foul play here.
Feel some luuvvvvv?? Oxytocin has taken charge of you! Run for your life!
I could research all day, all night, and type another dozen fancy words to show off my know-how about the body. But then, my life is precious to me. So in the name of survival instinct, also a result of chemicals inside of me, I shall stop my scientific sounding rant.
I feel pathetic inside my room. If I tell this to my mom, she'll tell me to clean up my room, which would......probably solve the problem. But then, that would in turn, introduce another problem, that being 'Cleaning my room'. So, I'm not going to tell my mom about how i feel inside my room.
I do know the reason why I feel like I can fly, the moment I step out of my door. That's because it gives me the freedom of running into the fellow chemical bags I want to run into. Specially since no ladies are allowed inside hostels. And also, there's something very arousing about morning sunlight. I can feel the sun rays engulf me in the mornings, when it is cold outside. But the heat from the sun purges and rejuvenates the soul from within, somehow.
Everything looks many shades lighter, many shades more beautiful. I bet if you have a lady, she looks even more sexy the morning after. That's just a speculation, as I haven't seen my lady the morning after. You see, just the imagery floods me with oxytocine, endorphins and testosterone.. In case you get that one!
Who would have thought that just by writing about the chemicals inside us, one could get a chemical high? But then again, I don't trust this high will last too long. This unreliable body of mine, I tell you! What a creation! Imagine a replicating machinery existing as a vehicle for a consciousness. That is all our bodies are. We are a part of nature's experiment, an experiment called survival. And yet, despite each one of us knowing this at some level deep inside, we cling to this solipsistic existence of ours. As an ending, there's only one phrase that comes to mind, and as usual, I know not why..
Everyone wants to go to heaven. But no one wants to die.
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