Frontal Lobe

I know that my Frontal lobe isn’t fully developed yet.

My Neurological Psychology professor told me that this doesn’t happen until age 25.

So, if you are not 25, all of your decisions up until your 25th birthday will probably be shit, and probably after that, too.

I would say that you should just accept this.

You don’t need to take my advice.

But, personally,  I’m kind of enjoying it, letting my frontal lobe go wild.

Being under-developed in my brain has been pretty thrilling.

It’s quite funny how deceiving it can be.

Outside, I can act calm and collected, intelligent and sophisticated, charming and usually appearing wise beyond my years.

But on the inside, my frontal lobe is still going through puberty. I would say he’s probably a teenager or so by now. Maybe 16 years old?; only thinking with his dick; abandoning reality for fantasy; choosing fun over consequence.

So what if I want to jump off a really high cliff into shark infested waters?

Or get on the back of a fast motorcycle with a stranger I met at the bar?

Or hop on a boat with no life jacket at 2 am in a foreign sea?

I probably shouldn’t trust most of the people that I do. I probably should stay away from men who are old enough to enjoy playing golf with my dad. I probably should go to class and finish my college degree before age 25 or so.

But, my frontal lobe has a mind of its own. It’s just thinking about tits and fast cars. I feed it vegetables but all it wants is adrenaline and whiskey.

Sometimes, I’m a classy lady.

But, most of the time, my frontal lobe is just itching to make one more stupid decision until one day I realize that I’ve thrown my life away in the most perfect way possible.

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