My dad said something today, while I tackled him with a hug of sporadic joy, that is still nagging.
I was hugging him because I had reason to celebrate, but he was in the middle of sorting out the dishwasher. So I demanded attention and celebrated with him by squeezing him - mildly annoying and inconvenient, I'm sure.
And he laughed, then he sighed. it was a considerable hold-up and after a while he said "I just have to wait until the chemicals in your brain relax before you will let go and I can finish this up". ...and it is so true.
There I am thinking I am reacting to good news, but really, clinically, I am experiencing a rush of enzymes or whatever that make me feel good. and they last as long as the hug would. ... direct correlation. He didn't mean to shut me down, but the realization that everything I think is a chemical formula in some way - shut me up into contemplating mode.
What an idea! its not the first time I have thought about it, but so often I associate it with depression or lethargy. ... happiness is a drug is a weird thought. .
Obviously I have never tried a drug to reallt know, but what I do know is that my internal chemistry is a roller coaster itself. ... so I don't really need it.
When people joke, there is always some element of truth.
