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This is your brain on (sex) and drugs
Imagine this:
You are alone in your room, 6:30 PM, reading a book or watching a movie in the comfort of your room.
You’re just waiting for your husband (or wife) to come home. It’s mid-December. The weather outside is nice. Not too cold and not to warm. It’s just a perfect night to walk, but you are bundled in your room. Next to you is your hot chocolate.
Then suddenly, you heard something from the attic.
Your mind is racing, zooming for an explanation what the H is going on up there.
“Could be a big rat….? I need to call the exterminator...”
“No…is someone out there, hiding?”
You turn off the TV and try to listen if you can hear the noise again.
I was once outside our house at night, and I heard a movement in the bushes nearby.
In Florida, where I live, my mind would think the movement came from an alligator, or a snake, or a bear.
That’s how my mind would think about the situation.
But have you ever noticed, why we think of those explanations? Why can’t you explain the movement as Santa Clause. I specifically said in the vignette that it was December.