Brain Fart Synonym Novels & Stories

built, the older parts had to stay online to keep us up and running. And this direct construction led to taking numerous "alternative routes." It's as if the brain is a dysfunctional workplace, where younger employees (the forebrain) handle modern technologies like language, while veterans (the midbrain and limbic brain) keep an eye on memory and the memory box. the fuses in the basement. Some results: depression, madness, memory we can't trust. On this last point, I mention words from a book called "The Idiot Brain" by Neuroscientist Dean Burnet: "Why do you lose arguments with people who know MUCH LESS than you? Why is he able to recognize that woman he met that time... but he can't remem

Dr. Smith's eyes locked onto Sarah's, his expression empathetic. "Sarah, what Nicholas experienced is called confabulation. It's a phenomenon where the brain creates false memories or stories, often due to traumatic brain injury or other forms of brain damage." Sarah's brow furrowed, her eyes filled with concern. "So, you're saying Nicholas's memories weren't real?" Dr. Smith nodded. "Exactly. When Nicholas suffered the accident, his brain's ability to process and store memories was affected. As a result, his brain started to fill in gaps in his memory with fictional information, creating false narratives that he believed to be true."

“Some days feel clearer than others.” “And today?” he asked gently. “Today feels…” I paused, searching for the right word. “Busy. In my head.” He leaned back slightly, folding his hands. “That happens a lot during recovery. Your brain is doing more work than you realize.” I looked at the window briefly, then back at him. “It’s strange. I wake up knowing I’m supposed to remember things, but I don’t. It’s like standing in a room filled with locked doors.” “That’s actually a very common description,” he said. “Frustrating, isn’t it?”

Anton frowned at his younger sister’s words, “What the hell is this insane younger sister of mine thinking?” “And why would we arrest your husband?” Anton asked his younger sister in astonishment. Now that his younger sister had amnesia, he could no longer read what was going on in her brain. It’s like a climate that is just fluctuating sometimes, it’s sober, but her brain is full of air most of the time.

I had no memory at all. I overworked the little guys in my head by trying so darn hard to remember something, anything. Come on, stupid brain, never turning up for me when I need you. I swear I'm convinced there is a beef between my brain and I. Whenever it is time to think of something important or something useful, it goes dead but when I don't need to think of anything, boom! All the thoughts flow freely right through me, I'm a walking encyclopedia, the one who knows it all, I'm the knowledgeable chosen one.

He was my stinky, disgusting, rotting fish who also happened to be sinfully handsome and had a huge, delightful cock. Now my mind was imagining actual fish with actual dicks, and my gorge rose. Penises and fish just did not mix. Liam’s face creased. “You okay?” I was going to—I didn’t know. Puke, cry, laugh. Could you do all three at once? Was there a word for that? Under the dictionary, there should be a word for what I’d done last night. Synonyms would include: idiot, moron, and imbecile. Antonyms would include: Mari Wright up until she got drunk last night and married a stranger.

I looked at him puzzled, I could not remember what exactly we had planned yesterday I was not drunk to say, so I worked my brain to figure out what it was. He looked pityingly at me and shook his head, let me help you remember I guess you must have forgotten. " Fish brain..." He said, that word made me feel hurt and I interrupted him. " I know I have become forgetful these days but that does not give you the nerve to call me names," I said to him and at the same time regretted why I said that I must have given him a clue however I was lucky enough that he could not guess the truth in what I said.

My mouth seemed to have a mind of its own, saying shit before my brain could even process it. “What?” Candace says, looking at Luke and then at me. Luke turns completely pink, and even then, I don’t realise what I had just said. “You guys are together? I am surprised and also hurt that you didn’t bother to mention it to me.” Candace says, disappointment all over her face. Luke shakes his head no, furiously. That’s when my brain finally catches up. “Uh, no. I just blurted out a random lyric. I haven’t slept even a wink last night, and my brain is just having this random ‘brain fart’ moments that I can’t catch up on.” I quickly defend myself.

But when I tried to open my thoughts my mind somehow felt blank, yet wildly full at the same time. "Just a smidge," he shrugged innocently. "You were having a fit. I was just trying to help." My brain felt like it was swelling and contracting. Bits and pieces of memories were trying to get out, but they seemed to crash into each other before I could decipher them clearly. "Yeah well next time, don't. I have enough going on in my head, I don't need you messing with it." The correct terminology probably would have been that I didn't have enough going on in my head, but that was beside the point.

"Emily!!! What the fuck bro?" So turns out I forgot completely about Sophie being around. I was about to kung fu her ass down thinking she was an intruder or something. "Sorry, Soph, I totally forgot you were here," I said, pouting dramatically before adding, "It's not my fault, though. You know what they say about pregnancy brain." I wiggled my brows like it was some kind of valid medical excuse, hoping she'd buy it. Honestly, I was leaning all the way into the stereotype because why not? One minute I could be sharp as a tack, and the next I'd forget my own phone was in my hand. Soph rolled her eyes so hard I swore I heard it, but I caught the corner of her lips twitching in a smile.