Those survival instincts are hardwired, and they’ll kick in when you don’t need it. I’m sure you’re familiar with it-you’ll be sitting there getting chewed out by your boss about something or the other that you fucked up, when suddenly your thoughts come to a crashing halt and the lizard brain starts screaming at you to run or fight, and you just sit there paralyzed, torn between that base urge to live and the conscious reality that you’re not at any risk of dying. Now, I've been rambling on quite a bit, but you need to hear it if you’re gonna understand why I call the thing crouching in the corners of my psyche the lizard. When it turns up, slithering into the corners of my vision and blocking my eyes from shutting, it twists itself out of that ancestral, reptilian mind we all share. Its body scrapes away at my capacity for conscious thought and it exhales primal fear. Every night I spend with it, the drive to get out of bed and bolt gets harder to ignore, and the lizard gets clearer, more realized,
Those survival instincts are hardwired, and they’ll kick in when you don’t need it. I’m sure you’re familiar with it-you’ll be sitting there getting chewed out by your boss about something or the other that you fucked up, when suddenly your thoughts come to a crashing halt and the lizard brain starts screaming at you to run or fight, and you just sit there paralyzed, torn between that base urge to live and the conscious reality that you’re not at any risk of dying. Now, I've been rambling on quite a bit, but you need to hear it if you’re gonna understand why I call the thing crouching in the corners of my psyche the lizard. When it turns up, slithering into the corners of my vision and blocking my eyes from shutting, it twists itself out of that ancestral, reptilian mind we all share. Its body scrapes away at my capacity for conscious thought and it exhales primal fear. Every night I spend with it, the drive to get out of bed and bolt gets harder to ignore, and the lizard gets clearer, more realized,