You Are Not Your Brain Novels & Stories

“We pick up random bits of information all the time, Olivia. Most of the time we don’t know where we learned them either.” “But I remember him and the others too. Margo, Adam, Fletcher, all of them. How could I just make up full, complete people like that?” “The brain is a complex and impressive organ. One we’re just beginning to understand. Your mind is more than capable of making people, animals, or objects appear to be completely real and self-sufficient. All to fulfill the needs we’re lacking. A lot of young people your age have trouble, Olivia. It can be a quite terrifying time. You’re breaking away from your parents and into the world of adulthood with college, jobs, bills, serious rel

I admit , I was so pre occupied with my thoughts , I had forgotten the necessary things that needed to be done . I can be so dumb sometimes , it's really annoying . It's the thoughts . The constant chirring inside my head is to blame for how blanked out and unaware I am of my surroundings . Right . It's not my fault . It's my brain . Always blame the brain . " Why wouldn't I ? I know how bad transitions can be . " He sighs running a hand through his hair and I wonder if he is thinking about Michael's transition .

"Lucy, make an appointment for me on Thursday, I would like to have a meeting with the Board of Directors of my three other companies, tell them attendance is a must, no excuses." "Got it, sir!" She nodded and walked out the door. Yes, I have three more companies. How I got it? The answer lies all in my mind. I enslave my brain, grasp and control it. Use it to its utmost potential. Today's society is used to being enslaved by our brains, and what it says is what we do, without further scrutinizing if it will be for the betterment of our life. That is when the toxicity starts to emerge within us.

"But I don't have any talent. I am nothing but a mere hindrance to everyone. Garbage, someone who is not worth talking to. Someone who is not worth spending your time with. I am someone with no future. Someone who doesn't have a brain to be used. I am useless, worthless I am. . ." "No, you are not" "But" A soft and not that heavy smack in the head was received by the little young lad. "And who tells you those things?" "They... they talk about it" "Is it them who is breathing to make you stay alive" "No," "And tell me is it them who is controlling how your body will move? What your mouth would say and what your body will do?" "No, it is I who do those things for myself" "Anna, I do think tha

"Look at me, I am here with you; nothing is impossible." "That's the problem," she said, hitting her own forehead on the table. "What if I am seeing things and I just don't know yet? What if my brain created all these things to trick me, but in reality, I've been talking to myself this whole time? What if I was slowly getting crazy and now it just happened?"

The new me… didn’t want to. “It was how fast it happened,” I admitted. “How public. How…” My voice caught slightly, then steadied. “How easy it would’ve been for me to look like the idiot again.” Noah’s expression tightened, not angry at me—angry at the world that had trained my brain to go there. “You’re not an idiot,” he said, firm. I gave him a small look. “You don’t get to decide what my brain does when it panics.”

"Stop doing that shit. Seriously. Knock it off." "Then stop projecting your thoughts so loud," I retorted, pulling my door shut. "You are practically shouting at me." Lucas stared at me like I’d just insulted his entire bloodline. “Yeah, okay,” he said flatly. “Or maybe don’t read my damn thoughts like it’s a group chat.” “It’s not a group chat. It’s just your brain screaming at me," I muttered, shoving my phone into my purse. Lucas let out a harsh laugh. "My brain is perfectly fine. You're the one invading my privacy."

Well, he could do whatever he wants to, But please just a cloud above me, like Olaf, please' I was thinking about stupid things my brain thinks as I walked down the streets of NYC. 'Well, it is so not my fault that my brain comes up with these bizarre things. Since, I had found out that I was not a normal human being, Scratch that, I was never normal. Ugh, this stupid muddled up brain I have got will surely be the death of me someday. So, where were we? Yeah, after finding out what basically I was and what that bitch Amy had done to me and what happened to Katie, I wanted to take a deep breath of serenity and for that I chose to walk. Me, and walking, Nah, never worked'

I replied and kissed her lips once again. Sometimes memories it just a memory, it doesn’t mean anything for those who don’t even care about it. But those memories were really meant to me, it still safe inside my brain and heart. Maia is my time machine, I wish I could back to our old days and run our day back together. On the other hand, I wish I could back and not meet her. I have two choices if only I had a time machine to get back.

“Do you think I’m making a mistake?” Marcus leaned forward; his voice low. “I think you’re making a decision out of desperation. That doesn’t mean it’s the wrong one, but it does mean you should go into it with both eyes wide open. This isn’t a small favour, Laya. It’s a lifetime choice. Even if you’re released after the birth… the implications won’t just vanish.” “I know,” she whispered. He sighed and studied her carefully. “Have you explored any other options? I have contacts, wealth managers, venture capitalists. If it’s money you need, perhaps there’s another—”