A Very Australian Halloween

| October 31, 2015 | 0 Comments

It’s just a bunch of hocus pocus.

Neuroscience isn’t hocus pocus, it’s very real.

A little bit of background. The brain is divided into two sections, the left hemisphere and the right hemisphere, and they have their own ‘specializations’. The right hemisphere is specializes in creativity, reading emotions, and intuition. The right hemisphere specializes in logic, critical thinking, and reasoning. Even though it’s not entirely accurate, I consider my right brain impulsive and thinking about today while my left brain is practical and thinking about tomorrow.


Right Hemisphere

A common myth is that people are either “left-brained”, such as scientists, engineers, or mathematicians, or “right-brained”, like musicians and artists. Studies show that most people are 50/50 left brained/right-brained due to the constant communication shared via the corpus callosum, a sort of telephone between the two hemispheres.

But I swear to god, it seems like they argue with each other sometimes. And that’s what I felt Halloween, 2015, Sydney Australia.

I just left a Halloween party that had an open bar tab and was now in line at a trendy nightclub with a group of about 20 friends. It was a really popular night and the line stretched literally a block so eventually we were all separated into smaller groups. Nancy, Taylor, and I reached the front of the line, got our IDs checked, and were asked to step to the side and basically ignored for a while. Okay? So we started walking in but was told by the bouncer we weren’t welcomed.

“She’s too intoxicated” he put bluntly, pointing at Nancy.
“No, no, no, she’s not drunk. It’s fine.” Taylor insisted.
“She can’t come in”
Well, I guess that’s it, better go home. Rats.

And now we have the classic trio; the drunk, the optimist, and the pessimist. You can guess which one I am. I’ll guess for you. I call myself a realistic optimist: I hope for the best and expect the worst. Maybe I wouldn’t have been so negative if I was intoxicated, but I got way too drunk the night before and my body adamantly refused alcohol.


Left Hemisphere

“We’re sneaking in, they won’t catch us.” It suddenly shifted from a disagreement with the bouncer to an internal civil war between two hemispheres. After the perky, “GO!” and a flash of orange and heels I was left by the side of the door struggling. My right brain screamed, “Go! You only live once! Be young before your metabolism drops!” while stepping forward with my left foot. My left brained shot back, “I don’t think this is a good idea. There’s so many people here, police have to be nearby. Is it worth it?” while grounding my right foot to the sidewalk. I momentarily became an animatronic animal that blew a fuse, shifting back and forth, not quite seizure-like. The fear of being arrested for something I didn’t really want all that much (it took me a while to convince myself to go out that night at all) granted my left brain complete control. Gaining control of both feet, it swiveled me on to my heels and spirited me the opposite direction from the entrance.

Long story short, they were caught and we went to Maccas. Nancy talked about her tick bite from 5 months ago that, I admit, was really interesting. Moral of the story? The majority of me is well into her 30s and waiting for the body to catch up so that I can finally use it as an excuse for sitting home and reading every night.

P.S. right brain, my metabolism has been irrelevant to my weight since I was three.


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Emmy Parks

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I write to validate and solidify my feelings. Make them less fleeting and more concrete and real. I'm ready to be judged.

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