Though most of my life has been a whirlwind of rather upsetting events, lately things have taken a down turn further. I feel as though I am drowning though I have little choice over matters that are causing me to feel this way. In fact, there are few choices since most of the issues are either other people’s choices or lack of them or, they are due to Mother Nature who seems to be stoned or drunk or something.
I’m the type of person who has always had a Plan B and even a Plan G and H at the ready for such times. At this point, I’m literally realizing that I have been through all of my arsenal of plans and there simply isn’t anything that I can do to change the outcomes of anything. In fact, I am quite powerless over most things except when to do my laundry or what to eat next. Even there, the choices are limited by energy cost times as well as dietary restrictions. There’s a control mechanism over most things in everyone’s lives.
Usually, I’m the one giving the advice or opinions. At this juncture, it’s all that I can do to offer up more than a few insights that I’ve learned as I’ve travelled through unknown territories in un-charted lands. These are all more dimly lit paths that lead me to who knows where though I suppose that if I am to arrive at a destination somehow, some way, via some method, I will have more of myself to share with others who may be going down similar paths?
My husband is the polar opposite to me. He is quite laid-back, content and loves routine. He relies heavily upon me to pull a rabbit out of my hat on each occasion and save the day. I’ve run out of rabbits though and I’ve told him so.
One would think that hubby would take over the reigns once in awhile in these situations but, there’s no such action coming from him. Not that I’m putting him down as much as it is that I wish that I could find that “off” switch that he so naturally seems to find as he eats a package of seeds or nuts and reclines to watch another old movie. Nothing seems to rattle him and yes, I’m sure as I’ve seen him do things and not even remember having done them or remember those situations in the slightest. Someone please show me where that “switch” is, please.
I once watched a taped version of a neurologist who explained that women’s brains are wired quite differently than a male’s. In order to continue this speech in a more palatable way, he turned to humour. He walked from one side of the stage where he un-masked a box that held 2 or 3 simple wires and said, “that’s a man’s brain”. Making a few jokes about how men don’t concentrate on more than one or two things at a time, he crossed the stage to the other side and un-veiled a 2nd box. Opening a flap, one could see a jumbled mass of wires that criss crossed each other so intertwined that one could hardly see the wires for the shape of a brain. “This is a woman’s brain,” he said, much to the laughter of the audience. I gasped. How true that appeared to be to me. “A woman can multi-task and think about everything under the sun while remembering 20 years ago or more, all at once,” he stated.
I’ve often thought about that demonstration while trying to come up with Plan X when all of the other plans have failed and, while seeing hubby heading for the couch with his pouch of pumpkin seeds and hit the remote. While he was snoring, I was falling apart at the seams with worry and fear, shaking, trembling and in a bad mood, unable to sleep if my life depended upon it. How and why is it that a man and a woman can be so differently wired?
Yes, of course, there are exceptions where there are men who worry incessantly about everything under the sun while women are out shopping for a new purse but, by and large, a man will still worry less than a woman would worry. One simple reason is that they are not hard-wired to worry while women are circuited towards worry, fear, anxiety and depression more than males are.
Quite clearly, a woman’s brain, complete with hormonal influencing that seems to jump the tracks every month to more often, a man’s brain is quite a different story. While they may also be influenced by male hormones, it’s those hormones that seem to make a difference in how much they retain or how connected that they are to their emotional IQ. A woman is highly in-tuned to her EQ while a male can be quite distanced from his. Are hormones the only trigger for panic attacks and everything that goes with them? No, of course not. A man’s brain also has a completely different set of schematics. He’s capable of thinking beyond a surface level but, many men prefer not to think in the same way or dig deeper into their abilities. Is it under their control? That’s the $64 Million question, isn’t it? I suppose that becoming a Neurologist might be of some benefit to answer that question but, if anyone has some sort of idea as to how to calm down, please share it with not only me but, all of my readers as well, please. It would help tremendously.
So, while I search for my “off switch” to pull so that I can lay down on a couch and veg out on a good old movie and snore until my throat hurts afterwards, someone tell me how to calm down, please.
Here’s something to give you a chuckle in the meanwhile. (This isn’t the one that I was speaking of but…it’s FUNNY!)
From my little hectic, worried, frazzled corner of life to yours…..
Love and Light,
Have a great day or evening.