Brain Mush

Sometimes your brain turns to mush. Whether it be from over-stimulation or a complete lack thereof, it's a distinct feeling of being frazzled. Times like this everything takes on a funky hue, an odd sensation of living in the twilight zone of your everyday life. You can't quite think straight, nor can you comprehend everything as acutely as you'd like, and therefore your somewhat zombified for however long this particular episode lasts. It's a shade inconvenient, and plenty aggravating when you couple it with bad timing, but it just goes to show that we can only take so much at a given time.

I'm currently battling through one now, as hours of reading have made words appear almost foreign. Has that ever happened to you? Where you just look at a word like "menagerie" and each letter seems to take on a life of it's own, to the point where you see no coherency possible; as though that smattering of letters coming together to form an actual word seems farcical. Maybe you get it, or maybe you don't, but I'm quite afflicted as we speak. Right now it's only sheer memory of keyboard locations that is keeping this thriving. As though I'm shoveling through blizzard-esque snow in order to reach the pristine, icy cold sidewalks of logic and reason. Often times over-analyzing, or thinking too much in general will just fry you for a time. So in this moment, digression becomes me, and I'm undulating tension slowly into the atmosphere.

Hopefully all of this recharges the system, and allows for some productivity to resume. Though each day we tiptoe precariously close to the red-danger-zone of our limits, and each subsequent time is a study in maintaining homeostasis. Until the circuits short again to leave me veritably useless for another span of time; I can only put solace in these words coalescing together to stimulate the brain waves enough to surmount the burdens that are continually placed upon it.