Right Brain Disorder?
For those of you who wonder about the title…yes, I am a victim of Right Brain Disorder.
What, exactly, IS Right Brain Disorder you ask?
Science tells us that, in right hand dominant people, the left side of the brain is the dominant hemisphere. The left hemisphere deals in cognitive thought, language and communication, technical details and higher logic among other things. The right hemisphere of the brain in a normal person is in charge of creative, visual, sensory, emotional and artistic thoughts. This side is entirely visual and therefore nonverbal.
In “normal” people, the right side usually is typically hanging out in the background, content to occasionally suggest a different shade for the new paint in the den or some other mundane visual or emotional tidbit. The left brain is usually in total control, dictating the ebb and flow of each day and content to allow the meeker right side to have it’s occasional, non-verbal, word.
My mind, on the other hand, is firmly under the control of a swashbuckling brute that is a multi-tasking, musical, artsy, sensitive, inventive but overbearing buccaneer of a right hemisphere .
Think “Robin Williams meets Alexander Calder meets Sting, then they go off and clone off a mutant Frankenstein/love child…with ADD on steroids.
Now you begin to understand.
I am not the one in control here…and the one who IS in control is totally non-verbal. I, the right side with the communication skills, am left to function as the sad press secretary for him…Mongo, as he wishes to be known. The name is something about his high school nickname…trust me, it’s wasn’t my idea…I’m logical.
My job is now reduced to posting out occasional press releases and trying vainly to keep up with the daily output of art, music, sculpture and any of a hundred other odd, meaningless creations.
Oh, and did you notice? I just used the word “meaningless” in reference to something he did or thought, so now he’s pissed at me and I’ll have to go attend one of his “sensitivity indoctrination sessions”. Oh joy….please shoot me…now.
Please feel free to check back often and see if I can maintain what little patience/sanity I have left.