I love the word dendrite. Wait, now the word dandruff decided to trump dendrite by providing an image in my head, and I have to retract that statement. Moving on….
If my brain was represented as a room filled with file cabinets containing all my knowledge (insert your mockery here — I’ll give you a head start by saying it could be a small room ha ha ha), I know that all the file cabinets would be ransacked with papers scattered everywhere; nothing filed correctly. The two exceptions would be the file cabinet that contains all the song lyrics that I’ve learned over the years (and for some reason I’ve learned the lyrics to a staggering number of songs), and the file cabinet containing all the words I’ve heard or read over the years. Those two file cabinets would be pristine with everything filed correctly. And I’m good with the vocabulary remaining intact. But the song lyrics? Seriously? Why am I preserving that useless data with so much care. Good grief! Jettison that crap! Don’t most people just sing along to songs using the lyrics of their choice or, even better, not sing along at all. Here I am belting out the correct lyrics, sure, but annoying everyone in earshot. That’s a sad state of affairs, people. I’d much prefer to have had that file cabinet ransacked in favor of the literature I’ve studied. So, it’s a cluttered mess up there is what I’m saying. One of my favorite Lorelai scenes from ‘Gilmore Girls‘ could have been written after spending some time with me.
That? Is how my brain works. In fact, it’s pretty creepy how well that scene captures it. Get out of my brain retroactively, Amy or Daniel Palladino! Not sure who wrote that particular episode, and I’m too unnerved to Google it right now.