don't blame me, blame the estrogen.
Do you ever stop to reflect on just how much we are slaves to our physical makeup?
With apologies for TMI: when my period is on it's way, I dream of babies.
Specifically, I dream of being pregnant. And no matter how complicated my dreamlife is, no matter how inconvenient it would be to do it all again, the underlying message in the dream is always... "Oh right! I forgot how COOL it is to be pregnant. Guess it's not Sooooo bad."
And then, like clockwork, I have gone from "not tonight, honey" to "don't bother taking your socks off" because my body is a slave to hormones, and hormones have the power to not only infiltrate our dreams, but also overrule our logic, drive our actions, and color our perceptions of the world.
And I'm saying this because now I am feeling depressed. My mind *thinks* I'm depressed because I didn't like what I saw on the scale this morning, or because the boy is cranky and annoying, or any other host of reasons, but really I am feeling depressed because the little egg inside me failed to get fertilized in spite of the valiant efforts of my hormones.
It all comes down to what's happening on a microscopic level. Personality, even, is dictated by genetics. All those twin studies? And the ones where they track personality variables in people between pre-school and mid-life and find how little we actually change?
Has to make you wonder, sometimes... how much of anything is anything but a biological master plan.
With apologies for TMI: when my period is on it's way, I dream of babies.
Specifically, I dream of being pregnant. And no matter how complicated my dreamlife is, no matter how inconvenient it would be to do it all again, the underlying message in the dream is always... "Oh right! I forgot how COOL it is to be pregnant. Guess it's not Sooooo bad."
And then, like clockwork, I have gone from "not tonight, honey" to "don't bother taking your socks off" because my body is a slave to hormones, and hormones have the power to not only infiltrate our dreams, but also overrule our logic, drive our actions, and color our perceptions of the world.
And I'm saying this because now I am feeling depressed. My mind *thinks* I'm depressed because I didn't like what I saw on the scale this morning, or because the boy is cranky and annoying, or any other host of reasons, but really I am feeling depressed because the little egg inside me failed to get fertilized in spite of the valiant efforts of my hormones.
It all comes down to what's happening on a microscopic level. Personality, even, is dictated by genetics. All those twin studies? And the ones where they track personality variables in people between pre-school and mid-life and find how little we actually change?
Has to make you wonder, sometimes... how much of anything is anything but a biological master plan.