Not All Singing, All Dancing

I had a huge fight with my brother tonight. It was of course over something incredibly petty and stupid. And yet it turned into another one of our athletic and inflamitory debate fests. I was actually driven to tears because I realized that really this entire altercation had lots to do with the stress both of us were keeping. Of course it was not until this point that the tone of discussion returned to something more humane. He gave me a hug, wiped my tears and we talked. Those skeletons truly weighing heavy on our minds released. Just silly things that really don't matter (too much) like time and money.

And then at dinner the smell of the BBQ, a fresh and unseasonably cool August evening and the taste of my banana heightened to a near feeling of synesthesia. That is to say that in my life eating is just so very related to stress. And that the effects of adrenalin are potent, especially in our sendentary and indulged lives as the supposed "post-modern" or whatever term our lives today are to be quantified under.