Brain: you know how someone can just start going AAAAAAAAA like a dinosaur, for no reason, and just keep doing it until people crack up? Let’s do that
Me: no
Brain: fine, I don’t need you. I’ll do it myself
Me: ?
Brain: AAAAAAAAA
Brain: AAAAAAAAA
Me: cracks up
Spouse: huh?
This is clearly the same brain who kept telling me the “joke” — “she’s my kitten, don’t mean mitten” — for months when I got a kitten in my twenties, no matter how many times I told my brain it wasn’t really a joke.
It’s hard to make sense when my brain does things like this.
My brain’s most egregious crime to date remains the several months it spent practicing the phrase “aduce me to intrallow myself” after hearing it in a Monty Python sketch.
Months. Of babbling that phrase.
Stumbling over it. Getting it wrong. Just practicing.
M.o.n.t.h.s.
It’s like my brain thought it was a life or death matter—someday aliens would come, introduce themselves, and expect me to respond, “Aduce me to intrallow myself!” without the slightest hesitation or fumbling. Or else goodbye planet.
My brain has never been a harsher taskmaster.