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

“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.

“Yeah, sorry. I uh… I just got stuck thinking. Time got away from me.” Contrary to assumptions, she did not blank out. It was like she lost her way in the sheer number of thoughts surging in rapid succession through her mind. Her brain forgot to work her body or keep track of what happened around her. She’d stare into space wherever she was, lost to the world around her for an unknown amount of time. Minutes or even days if someone or something didn’t disturb her. It would take her a moment to understand or react if something bothered her. It was like her brain had sent them it to a buffering area to process later. By the time she processed their words, the other person would start repeating

I was irritated and grabbed my head because I myself did not understand what was happening to me. I have the same feeling with two different people! “That’s not fair Ai you have to choose it’s not right that they are two ” I stop and try my best to think, but my brain wasn’t cooperating with me. My brain and are nebulous right now, so blurry! "I don't know" “What do you mean you don’t know?”

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.

Those with lower intellect often don’t understand more than a few words and forget the conversations rather quickly. “I thought you were the smart brother, no?” Fenton asks without doing as much as glance over his shoulder to check my reaction to his question. “I wish,” I laugh. “Lazarus is the smart one. He got the brains, Lenox got the strength, and me - well, I guess I’m average. My mom says I’m special, though, so that’s good, right?” I add the last part for good measure. For some reason, my brain decided that dumbasses always imply how their parents say they’re special or smart. Fingers crossed this will work to my advantage.

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.