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|The Great Divide between Brain and Tongue (standard:humor, 905 words)|
|Author: Godspenman||Added: Nov 13 2022||Views/Reads: 194/88||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|I don’t know how much better that can be put. To refrain my tongue from evil is a great discipline in my daily life that offers great rewards throughout my life.|
As my Uncle Fred used to say, one of the great benefits of getting old is that you know everything. If you had ever met Uncle Fred, you would easily conclude that he certainly wasn't getting old. Of course, there are things I have learned during my aging career that has been of great use to me. If I weren't as old as I am, I wouldn't know all I know now. Of all the things I have learned throughout my aging career, the most important one is that I have a great divide between my brain and my tongue. I would have thought that those two would be connected by this time in my life. I only wish Uncle Fred was alive so I could query him on the subject. It took me a long time to realize that there was this disconnect between my brain and my tongue. It's been a slow process, and I'm not quite at the end of the tunnel yet, but I got my fingers crossed. When young, I didn't have much problem along this line. I was quick on my tongue and thought I knew everything. The only thing I didn't know was what I didn't know. Oh, if only my brain were working today as I thought it was working when I was young. I'm not sure what happened, but somewhere along the line, my brain retired, and I'm not quite sure where it is these days. But for some reason, my tongue has not yet retired. The main arena of my trouble has to do with The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. Her brain and tongue are connected and work well together. Neither one has yet retired, according to her. Although she has given me many lessons along this line, I still have that great divide that has cost me a lot of frustration. If only my tongue would not work until my brain kicks in, things might be much better. Quite often, when we're in some discussion, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage will stop, look at me and say, “Is that your brain talking or just your tongue?” For the longest time, I had no idea what she was talking about. Contrary to good old Uncle Fred, my experience in growing older is that my tongue works when my brain is in snooze mode. I'm not quite sure how this works, but I am in this dilemma for some reason. If only there was some way to get my brain and tongue connected and in good unity, I think my life would be better. At least, that's the thinking of The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage, and her brain is working. If I could think three times more than I speak, I'm sure my life would be much different, maybe even in line with my wife. The question I struggled with is, why does the brain slow down in life, but the tongue speeds up? What is the connection there? And, is there a way to control the tongue? These are things I've been thinking about as I get older. If I believed my good old Uncle Fred, I would have more control of my tongue than I do. But the older I get, the less control I have over my tongue. This is no more obvious than when The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and I discuss some subject. During the discussion, her brain is in complete control of her tongue. Or, so she says. My tongue, on the other hand, is completely out-of-control. When we have some discussion, my tongue begins talking about something that is not even related to the subject. My wife then looks at me with a questionable stare and says, “What did you just say? And what does that have to do with what we're talking about?” Click here to read the rest of this story (32 more lines)
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