If I Only Had A Brain

Some people without brains do an awful lot of talking, don’t they?

Too bad that’s not me.

I feel so very much like Scarecrow right now. Like my head is filled with straw, and nothing more.

I guess this is what they call writer’s block. I wouldn’t really know. It’s never happened quite like this before.

Or maybe this is a side-effect, but I wouldn’t know that, either.

Because I haven’t got a brain, you see. At least, I don’t feel like I do.

The words will come for a sentence or two and then there’s just nothing. I mean, there’s email and Facebook and Twitter and responding to comments, but there’s nothing of quality coming out of my head. Nothing a brain would produce.

Someone must have stolen it.

Like the Tin Man, since he doesn’t have a heart and all.

Maybe, if I had a brain, I could turn the Tin Man into a metaphor for big pharma or something. But alas, I do not, so I cannot.

I could wile away the hours
Conferrin’ with the flowers
Consultin’ with the rain
And my head I’d be scratchin’
While my thoughts were busy hatchin’
If I only had a brain

I was bored the other day, for the first time in years. Years. There was once a time when I could always think, or write, or read. But the other day I couldn’t. Because I don’t have a brain.

Because the Tin Man stole it.

And I need to find The Wizard.

Maybe The Wizard is my psychiatrist. I’m not sure.

This post will be short, because people without brains can talk but they probably can’t write very well.

Although, now I think I’m on to something with this whole Wizard of Oz metaphor bit. Maybe, unmedicated, I am Eeyore. Medicated I am Scarecrow. There’s a whole new world of possibilities.

I could imagine them all, if I had a brain.

I could produce something substantial, of quality content.

I would not be just a nuffin’
My head all full of stuffin’
My heart all full of pain
I would dance and be merry
Life would be a ding-a-derry
If I only had a brain

Wizard of Oz scarecrow

 

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14 thoughts on “If I Only Had A Brain

  1. I think you just wrote something of value. I related to it and you got me going. Thanks. Tell me more about how you love your child! I love that. Loved your recent post on wondering how someone could leave a child. I’ve never been able to conceive that. I felt like I couldn’t breathe without mine.

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  2. Thank you, Tempest. You really struck a chord with this one — nailed it, knocked it out of the park (if you’ll forgive the cliches). In short, you fully captured it: what it looks like and what it feels like.

    I’ve been in such a muddle trying to sort out a personal problem that in the end involves EVERYHING in my world — my marriage, my family, my very identity — every value in my world, and I experience the kind of “my-brain’s-not-working-and-it-should-be-able-to-sort-this-out” feeling I get reading your post, so thank you, thank you, thank you!

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