You all know what to do when your computer goes wonky, right?
You give it the restart command. Or if it is utterly wedged, you turn that sucker off, count to ten, and turn it back on again. Et voila, tout bien. It has forgotten about the pdf file it tried and tried to open. It no longer cares about the cascading porn spam sites. That little spinny clock has disappeared, and for a while, the machine will perform all tasks promptly and without complaint.
I wish my brain had a reset button.
Humans get wedged just like computers. At least, I do. The unsolvable problem whirls around in my head like an unopenable file. It sucks up my attention and prevents me from getting on with tasks that can and should be done. A less-than-stellar emotional state spirals downward into gloom, with no brain brakes to interrupt its progress. I become fixated. The object of fixation changes (an issue, a person, a health condition, some cultural oddity, whatever) but the behavior is the same: obsessive.
Just like the computer, my brain goes wonky. It doesn’t perform correctly. It fails to respond. My inner spinny clock spins away, refusing all other demands until my brain completes the uncompletable job it has assigned itself.
Sleep seems like it ought to accomplish the reset, but it does not. The clock just starts spinning again when I wake up.
I’m not pointing fingers or anything, but somebody should’ve designed the human species better.