My brain suffers from why-ism.
Every single human emotion that is felt by me – a red-blooded human, to be clear, despite all the recent websites’ attempts to prove otherwise – is treated as a great mystery by my brain. My brain is always eager to undertake an intrepid quest to discover… why?
When a sliver of an emotion or feeling is detected, my brain wastes not a moment. Like our beloved canine friends at the first notion of something resembling food, it makes a great leap of excitement, bounds towards it, and all in all loses its head completely.
In particular, the negative emotions garner the quickest and most dramatic reactions – perhaps these are the tastiest of morsels to my gluttonous brain.
Mulling on whether or not to mull? Deliberating on whether or not to deliberate? My brain would surely scoff at the sheer thought.
‘Don’t be silly now, Abhi,’ it would say to me, laughing at how unthinkable that would be. No, the only valid behaviour my brain acknowledges is INSTANT ACTION. IMMEDIATE MISSION! GO!
And here is the all-important mission: But why am I sad? Why am I angry? Why why why am I furious, despondent, murderous, restless, hopeless, numb, suicidal?
My brain must know. It demands to know. And it is not to be reasoned with.
In a way, it is a bizarre love triangle, as that dear old song goes: me, my emotion, and the why. My brain directs the synths and drums, while I dance to its tune senselessly, spinning round and round, bouncing back and forth between the headphone ears.
And I know for a fact that my brain is not the only one that treats me this carelessly.
I have spoken to far too many people being dragged around by their brains like this. Is this any way to allow ourselves to be treated?
I think it’s high time we flipped the script.
Why don’t we ask our brains ourselves: WHY do you WHY?
That’ll show them.
ABHI WRITING 
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