Sometimes, to a scientist, all of life can seem like a series of experiments. That tendency to make observations, have conversations evaluating your hypothesis and then feel like you have uncovered something awesome creeps up on you and settles into the wiring of your brain before you even realize it.
<sigh>
A friend and I made an interesting discovery a couple of nights ago while sitting on my patio and discussing nothing and everything. We discovered that feelings live in your stomach. It's true. I will proceed to present various pieces of evidence supporting our claim.
Think first crush-feeling and what comes to mind? Tingles erupting in your tummy.
Think of sunshine and happy times and you can feel a warm comfort spread slowly through your insides.
Think pre-exam misery and you'll realize you had 'butterflies in your stomach' then.
Think pre-exam misery and you'll realize you had 'butterflies in your stomach' then.
When I think of the worst agony I've ever known, I think of my stomach wringing into knots and wanting to hurl.
Despair at it's darkest moment, worry at it's worst - I felt like someone had placed a tonne of bricks into my belly.
I remember countless times when it has turned over and over and over again in a fit of anxious waiting.
And when you sit down to cry, the sobs wrench out from your stomach, heaving your shoulders and tearing all of you apart on their way out.
Now tell me I'm wrong. Tell me that feelings don't live in our stomachs.
