Sensory overload is when five of your senses start bashing their heads against the walls of your brain and your brain, in its infinite-wisdom or uncorrectable-incompetence responds not by opening the door or addressing the knockers but by screaming inconsolably in distress. It can be taxing.
The worst is that nothing gets done.
Your brain, static in its little studio apartment in your head, keeps screaming in place, and the first five of your senses keeping bashing their heads against the walls, immune to common sense and seemingly in need of pain. What always surprises me at this stage of sensory overload is why don’t the senses bash against the door? Personally, I would be much more inclined to figure out what the fuss was if someone knocked on my door instead of against my bedroom wall. The brain keeps screaming, the five senses keep bashing and the walls hold in the moment
Then your body recalls that it has more than five senses, and the rest of you springs to attention. Your sense of balance tips itself into your skull and your sense of time really does think that it is long past the hour where your brain was allowed to keep up that awful din. Your proprioception wins. It knows where your brain lives. Propri, as the other senses call it, leads the way up your spine to head town, with your sense of time in tow. Time to teach brain a lesson on keeping quiet on Sunday morning, even though the senses struck first.
The irony of the instigators playing victim is lost on brain this morning. It is too busy screaming for what it knows to be dear life itself. The walls are rocking with the disquiet of sensory heads on brick. The door remains untouched, yet the construction feels it might be compromised. The senses bash their heads against the walls of brains’ apartment and scream in plain-faced agony. There are no pretenses to go around. Your senses want your attention at all costs and your brain can hear the shadows of the early hours against the walls. You are at an impasse inside yourself and your best fortune would be for the two parties to strike a draw. If you brain wins then the screaming must rise to a crescendo and wake your heart. If your senses win then thwalls of your brain cave in and you since be a heap of animal piled up inside a skull.
So beside yourself you start to cry.
Now to stop.
