‘Happy’ as a Brain Path

Can ‘happy’ be a brain path? Can it make it to where you only ‘see’ ‘happy’? Would the brain’s mechanism only path to ‘things’ that pathed to ‘happy?’ Especially if ‘happy’ is a hormone, say dopamine because I’m bad at the others, but it might not be.

When that hormone is flowing it only takes you to the parts of the brain that it touches to spark thoughts, and those places are thus ‘happy’. Until maybe something ‘bad’ happens, you even touch a memory or someone startles you and activates the Fs. Then you are able to ‘see’ the bad because the brain can then take those paths.

It is given access to them.

If the brain relies on thought as a mechanism of your surroundings, and evaluating resources, then it would want to  lead you towards things that makes you ‘happy’.

It would take you down paths that it knows will make you ‘happy’ again.

A breakup happens. Your dog dies. Wine spills on your snuggie during Glee.
Your brain signals how to ‘fix’ it. To survive.
Remembers what you’ve used  before.

When ‘sad’ it might even pop images of things into your head that used to make you ‘happy’ as a way to show you the resource it can tell it needs.

Like stimulants.
Noms.
Ice cream.
Eat a jug in front of Gilmore Girls.
Vivid

It’s part of my drug hypothesis, where the brain wants drugs because it is showing you the resource to compensate for your current state of being. It’s why people relapse in times of pain or life change. The brain feels change, feels pain, and then signals the resource it needs.

On a withdrawal, which might be the opposite reaction of while on the drug (depressant to stimulant, stimulant to depressant (think of how you ‘crash’ on caffeine and sugar/coffee and donuts and then get desperate for more and then use more and more to compensate (a cup of coffee to 3 cups to 3 shots of espresso, up and up)).

Or maybe ‘happy’ is a mechanism at a grander scale as well, the five stages, which I think I found  a sixth stage, laughter, but that will be a whole post.

‘Happy’ could also be a block to the sad. We already know it is if Inside Out is accurate, and it has already been shown anger can block memories. Yet it can work in the reverse as well. We might only see the ‘bad’ memories instead of the good ones. This has happened to me often. Maybe Eevan will know.

NOV
3

Drooling Life: Rated R The Box of Chocolates Diary Excerpt 

October 31st 2015

I feel this deep sense of emptiness. I’ve never felt this empty. Last night I was full, feeling the drool of a pain drip down my heart like an escaped drop of dew that had festered into me…one I had known for so long. A pain that has been with me all my life and grew stronger at odd times and obvious ones. Yesterday I felt it leave, not fully knowing that was it. The feeling was so…vacant of an idea or memory.

It was a just a liquid, a state of matter flowing like a large drop of water that formed a long stem and deep bulbous bottom.

It isn’t full formed as it drools, catching and craughting on stanant blood of the past, working it’s liquid through tiny bones and caverns of my chest.

Can ‘happy’ be a brain path? Can it make it to where you only ‘see’ ‘happy’? Would the brain’s mechanism only path to ‘things’ that pathed to ‘happy?’ Especially if ‘happy’ is a hormone, say dopamine because I’m bad at the others, but it might not be.

When that hormone is flowing it only takes you to the parts of the brain that it touches to spark thoughts, and those places are thus ‘happy’. Until maybe something ‘bad’ happens, you even touch a memory or someone startles you and activates the Fs. Then you are able to ‘see’ the bad because the brain can then take those paths.

It is given access to them.

If the brain relies on thought as a mechanism of your surroundings, and evaluating resources, then it would want to  lead you towards things that makes you ‘happy’.

It would take you down paths that it knows will make you ‘happy’ again.

A breakup happens. Your dog dies. Wine spills on your snuggie during Glee.
Your brain signals how to ‘fix’ it. To survive.
Remembers what you’ve used  before.

When ‘sad’ it might even pop images of things into your head that used to make you ‘happy’ as a way to show you the resource it can tell it needs.

Like stimulants.
Noms.
Ice cream.
Eat a jug in front of Gilmore Girls.
Vivid

It’s part of my drug hypothesis, where the brain wants drugs because it is showing you the resource to compensate for your current state of being. It’s why people relapse in times of pain or life change. The brain feels change, feels pain, and then signals the resource it needs.

On a withdrawal, which might be the opposite reaction of while on the drug (depressant to stimulant, stimulant to depressant (think of how you ‘crash’ on caffeine and sugar/coffee and donuts and then get desperate for more and then use more and more to compensate (a cup of coffee to 3 cups to 3 shots of espresso, up and up)).

Or maybe ‘happy’ is a mechanism at a grander scale as well, the five stages, which I think I found  a sixth stage, laughter, but that will be a whole post.

‘Happy’ could also be a block to the sad. We already know it is if Inside Out is accurate, and it has already been shown anger can block memories. Yet it can work in the reverse as well. We might only see the ‘bad’ memories instead of the good ones. This has happened to me often. Maybe Eevan will know.

NOV
3

Drooling Life: Rated R The Box of Chocolates Diary Excerpt 

October 31st 2015

I feel this deep sense of emptiness. I’ve never felt this empty. Last night I was full, feeling the drool of a pain drip down my heart like an escaped drop of dew that had festered into me…one I had known for so long. A pain that has been with me all my life and grew stronger at odd times and obvious ones. Yesterday I felt it leave, not fully knowing that was it. The feeling was so…vacant of an idea or memory.

It was a just a liquid, a state of matter flowing like a large drop of water that formed a long stem and deep bulbous bottom.

It isn’t full formed as it drools, catching and craughting on stanant blood of the past, working it’s liquid through tiny bones and caverns of my chest.

[Image]

http://8tracks.com/maryna-shulga/icelandic

That playslist.

I was listening to Icelandic music all morning and then this one came on. Somehow it pulls my heart veins into it as though they float from me into the screen and the song plays them as the strings to my instrument’s veins. The notes drip out as tiny moments of my blood and float into melodies made for the air. The wind tinkles the blodded drips of melodies into the emotional feels of my being and we sway from music to veins to me



I had to do it again in this mindset

Thought of Miles and party

The anxiety was the same as the first time I got over it in the second phase of this very experiment. 

When I was cleansing and releasing  out the anxiety in that mindset *don’t need to concentrate, staying in this room while Abbey and Jeffrey do makeup on a child next to me for Halloween. I did not move, I even could but desired to stay near them. I connected to control of concentration and wanting to be near humans while washing out the anxiety of it while typing this….
woah… I’’ve never had this much control. I know the memory is there. To go back. That’s the control of it. No fear. No fear at all of losing memory…for the first time…almost ever. Ever since…ever since energy drinks ate my microbiome stomach

[Image]

http://8tracks.com/maryna-shulga/icelandic

That playslist.

I was listening to Icelandic music all morning and then this one came on. Somehow it pulls my heart veins into it as though they float from me into the screen and the song plays them as the strings to my instrument’s veins. The notes drip out as tiny moments of my blood and float into melodies made for the air. The wind tinkles the blodded drips of melodies into the emotional feels of my being and we sway from music to veins to me



I had to do it again in this mindset

Thought of Miles and party

The anxiety was the same as the first time I got over it in the second phase of this very experiment. 

When I was cleansing and releasing  out the anxiety in that mindset *don’t need to concentrate, staying in this room while Abbey and Jeffrey do makeup on a child next to me for Halloween. I did not move, I even could but desired to stay near them. I connected to control of concentration and wanting to be near humans while washing out the anxiety of it while typing this….
woah… I’’ve never had this much control. I know the memory is there. To go back. That’s the control of it. No fear. No fear at all of losing memory…for the first time…almost ever. Ever since…ever since energy drinks ate my microbiome stomach

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