My brain and my heart
I hate my brain. I was talking to someone yesterday and could remember what the opposite of dedicated was. This morning it hit me - more than 12 hours later - cross utilized. This is a tragedy. Is it age? Is my brain failing? Is my brain burned out from drugs used to manage other health issues? Dopamine receptors fried? I dunno. I woke up early this morning and wanted to listen to Garth Brooks. But ended up listening to George Strait. Like someone had a different idea. Garth wasn't meant to be today. George was. Divine intervention? Perhaps. Coincidence? Maybe. Maybe not. King George - sings some of the best love songs - one of them particularly struck me with a line "you can lead a heart to love but you can't make it fall." The heart has a mind of it's own which makes one wonder how can such a lovely lady be in love with such a jerk or how can such a nice guy be in love with such...