Brain Tricks

This is another older post but I'm just practicing so bear with me.....

It seems I'm into tricking my brain right now. Hmmmmm....perhaps I need to find a new sport? Anyway, here's another way to learn just how one's brain deals with difficulty - the difficulty being one's self. This implies that one's brain is not completely attached to one's needs in order to enjoy it's life. One's brain can at times be a bit tricky. Take for instance this example; no matter how many times I reach for the curtain cord, whether to open or close the curtain, I invariably grab the wrong one and have to switch and just that little tiny teeny dig at me gets me really pissed with my brain - I don't mean the alcoholic kind of pissed either. Why is it that this trick has to be played over and over again seemingly hilarious to my brain which is watching and waiting with grande anticipation for just the moment when that little tug reveals to me that it's got me again. And oh how my brain must enjoy the throes of completely unabashed joy each and every time. Really, just writing this makes me want to go pull the cord and get it right so I can upend my brain for once. But no, it won't happen. I know because I've tried it. I've tried, just at the very instant of choosing which cord, and it doesn't matter if the cord is one of those unending ones which go either way or if it's actually two cords because either way you'll (I'll) get it wrong, but just at the very instant, I plan my brain gotcha and switch cords and DAMN! It switched as well and I'm left with double jeopardy!!! I cannot NOT open and close the curtains as my brain/body demands light, preferably sunlight and at night I still get the creeps if I'm sitting with my back to the window, a furniture arrangement which sometimes leaves me with no choice as when I put my giant piano into my not so giant living room and had to ditch my couch for a small little tiny love seat which is not very inducive to good posture but that's not what this is all about. So every time I go to open/close the mere apprehension of failure is cause enough to AAARRRGHHH down the streets and into the night. Crap, now I have to go close the curtains.....it leads to the alcoholic kind of pissed...