Archive for November 23, 2008

Brain Hiccup

What would happen if a long time ago when you were a teenager, let’s say 16 years old, one day you were getting ready for school and you were standing there blow drying your hair kind of drifting away, as 16 year old girls tend to do and suddenly you realized your feet weren’t touching the ground.  I mean literally not touching the ground.  You look down and you can clearly see your feet a few inches off the ground.  You kind of push with your toes and you can see your foot flexing, and your toes now pointing down, but still, no floor touching them.  You rotate your foot, and now your heel is pointing down and you can move the front of your feet back and forth, side to side like windshield wipers, but still no floor touching them.

You start to think, I wonder if I can push up.  Will I go even higher?  If that doesn’t work, maybe if I point the blow dryer towards the floor the downdraft will push me up?  That’s when you realize you’re holding the blow dryer it’s running and it’s pointing at your ear.  You shift, and turn the blow dryer off, you feel a little tap, and now you realize you’re standing on the floor.  Never to lift up again.

How badly would that screw with you?  For how many years would you try to do it again?  How often would you have that internal discussion with yourself, am I crazy?  Did I hallucinate it?  Was I asleep, or did I have a seizure?  Or was it some grand cosmic moment where the laws of physics bent for a just a moment and I was in the right place at the right time.  How many times and in how many ways would you try to duplicate the exact same circumstances to try and achieve the same result.  As you go through your life how many other changes would take place because of this lone two minute incident?  Would you start experimenting with drugs to see if you can replicate the feeling?  Would you investigate various religions or philosophies to try and find a explanation?  Would you ever be able to trust your own senses again?  Such a small thing really, a tiny little incident, but it could alter your entire perception of life.

This is what I was thinking about last night after my husband and I had a discussion about repressed memories.  He believes if you have something you can’t remember, there is a reason, and you should never try to get it back.  I started thinking of odd things you could repress.



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