My Big Black Eyes

I am always amazed at how our brain works. Just imagine it processes all the sensory stimuli that every single part of our body comes in contact with. What a hardworking brain we have!

What is more amazing is that our brain, with its memory cards of whatever gigabytes they may be, would sort out and retain in vivid images some events, some encounters, some words, some experiences that shaped, affected, impacted, or influenced our ordinary or extraordinary lives. These living chips in our brain remind us that we are truly human. Memories make us cry, laugh, angry, sad, happy, or even wonder. That is the beauty of our brain; though overworked but it never complains.

Here are some moments that shocked me and my brain keeps on reminding me to be shocked.

A lady friend at work once came to my office. She said, “Are all the women in your province as dark as you?” Shocked to death at her comment. I did not know how to answer her. But thankfully, I did not have to make any response because she left my office with a lot of air on her head. That was quite a lady. I wonder why she could be like that. This happened a long time ago but until now, thanks to my brain, I make it a point not to expose myself to too much sun so that no one, ever again, would say something about my color. But really, I don’t mind how I look. I’m me and she’s mean.

Another shocking moment that my brain keeps on reminding me is this comment from a lady who came to my office saying, “You know what, I had a heated argument with my parents.” I was shocked. I was not used to a heated argument with my parents. So, I said, “So what is making you angry?” Her answer made me even more shocked. She said, “I told my parents, if they worked hard enough to become rich, then I would not be like this. I would be like the daughters of the rich business people.” Shocked! How can this lady attribute her not-so-glorified life to her parents? I was in shocked so words did not come out from my mouth. My eyes gave the answer as the eyeballs of my big black eyes may have warned her to leave the room. She was shocked, too.

Another shocking moment that my brain keeps on repeating like a message reminder is this comment from a colleague at work. We were in the middle of a discussion regarding how not to be unfair or even oppressive in the workplace. I was shocked with his comments, “I don’t care about being unfair. I don’t care about life after death. I am living in the now. I don’t care about karma. I don’t believe in those things.” I was shocked hearing these from him. I did not know how to respond. Maybe my eyes again gave away my emotions because he changed the topic and said, “Let’s have lunch!”

Countless reminders from my brain may be sending messages to me. What messages? I think my brain is telling me to love my eyes. Yes, my big black eyes saved me from making comments when in shock. My big black eyes saved me from reacting to shocking situations. My big black eyes are like my swords. They protect me.

My conclusion is this: my brain is emotionally connected to my big black eyes. Thank you, Big Black Eyes, for understanding my brain.