My amygdala causes problems.

(I told you, I gave up on titles.)

I'm not a huge fan of emotions. Irrational emotions, that is. They make everything so much more complicated than it needs to be. I like having feelings that have a cause based somewhere in reality, not speculation or manipulation or hormonal nonsense. As a human being, I fall prey to these phantom causes that come straight from my amygdala and circumvent the not-quite-fully-developed logical centers in my frontal lobe.

See, sometimes I want to be irrationally angry at people. Like when they don't answer their phones, or reply to texts or Facebook messages--there's probably an actual reason for these actions besides just wanting to avoid me. But even though I logically know that it's most likely nothing I did, I can't help feeling rejected and angry. My limbic system reacts without telling my normal thought processes why. And there's a sort of sick satisfaction in encouraging these emotions. It's like a pity party, but with anger. I make up reasons why I should be mad at these hypothetical people who just can't seem to pick up the phone, even though deep down I know that I should just calm down.

And so it goes, the war between the mind and the body.

I'm full of these internal battles. No wonder I never leave my apartment. Bah.