A day in the life of a brain

In much the same way an invading army ‘occupies’ a small undefended nation European nation.
Brian my brain has had a lot on his plate and I applaud the little guy for being such a trooper. I mean it must be tough keeping my vital organs functioning, being creative and occasionally reminding me to eat.
The myth that people only use 10 percent of their brain because if Brian only functioned at 10 percent capacity then I would have fired him long ago.

Imagine if I had to choose between breathing and typing, because my brain can literally not handle the processing power needed to do both a the same time. After my fingers have gone blue from lack of oxygen Brian switches back to ventilation and I flop down in the desk like a noodle, because all of my motor functions have been disabled.

That has not stopped Hollywood from making several dozen movies about the idea that we have 90 of untapped mental potential.
The most recent is a movie called Lucy that plays with the idea of someone becoming omniscient with 100 percent brain capacity. If Brian was omniscient then the labour department would be on my case for underpaying him.

The myth actually comes from a misquoted nero scientist back in the early 20th century. You can Google it.
I am trying to make a point, which is not always easy to get to since Brian has a phobia of sharp objects. That point does not have to do with the municipality or the power outages nor does it have to do with crime rates or the weather.

I realised this week that we sometimes expect supernatural results from individuals, and organisations. It would be great if I could jump into a phone booth throw off my journalist alter ego and stylishly fly out and save the day as Superman or even Pretty Terrific Man, I am not picky.
Unfortunately the only thing that I throw off is my shoes at the end of a long day, sorry eMalahleni. The same applies to the municipality, and the SAPS, and the national government. Sometimes we rightly criticise them because they making a mess of everything like a bull would make a mess of everything in a three-in-one china, porcelain, and glass sculpture factory depot.

Other time however it seems we blame everything from bad weather, to Ebola on the municipality. Other times we slam the SAPS to oblivion for the high crime rates as if they, the SAPS, is the origin from which all crime spews forth like an erupting volcano, and without the SAPS or the municipality we would live in a Utopia.

At the moment Brian is living applying for leave. I don’t know how I am going to remember to breathe and sit up straight at the same time.