I have been learning the coolest things about the brain, and body you guys! It seriously is so cool!
I specifically want to talk about the frontal lobe and my experience with it. Below are a generalization of the roles each lobe plays.
Studies show(expect to hear that a lot from me lol) that your Frontal lobe is not fully developed until you are about the age of 24. Also as you age specifically hit your 80's, 90's, your brain begins to revert to it's beginning stages in the frontal lobe. (kind of like Benjamin Button) Young Men seem to struggle a lot more with frontal lobe development than young women. However women are not exempt and now I will share several examples that prove my frontal lobe was not fully developed. It helps explain though why young men, and old people can sometimes be just a tad bit immature.Like that one time your grandpa hit on your best friend...I mean if that ever happened because it didn't.
Instance number 1 The Runaway Teen
Once upon a time I was a frustrated 17 year old girl. Mad at the world I packed suitcases and decided it was time for me to run away. In the heat of the moment I made my move. I drug my suitcases to my car piled them in, and locked myself in the car. I sat here probably for about 45 minutes. Jordan(boyfriend at the time husband now) shows up and we proceed to have this conversation.
Jordan: You ran away?
Alex; YES!
Jordan: To your car?
Alex: YES!(obviously I was in the car!)
Jordan: To your broken down car in your parents driveway?
Alex: YES!!(did I fail to mention that I ran away to my car that was broken down in my parents driveway)
Jordan just laughed and walked into my house, later on my dad (the one who calmly tries to fix it) knocks lightly on the door, says something sensible I agree grabs my suitcases and rolls them into the house for me.
Instance number 2 The Bookshelf
Once upon a time I bought a cheap bookshelf from Walmart. I wanted so badly to piece it all together myself. What began hopeful soon turned sour, I was so frustrated I swear I was doing everything right. Jordan(still boyfriend) knocked on my bedroom door and asked if I needed help. At this point I realized I had completely done it wrong and definitely needed help...however my frontal lobe was like "Alex you got this. What you should do is grab everything soft and chuck it at Jordan he is the one messing you up." (everything soft because I didn't want to hurt him) Thus ensues a battle of flying monkeys, bears, and pillows Jordan dodged left and right and finally retreated. We both were in tears his from laughter mine from frustration. I sat in a pile of self defeat, then a soft knock at the door of course it is my Dad he says something sensible, I listen he comes in pieces the book shelf together and leaves me to decorating it happily.
Instance number 3 The Fone
Man dealing with me before my frontal lobe was fully developed must have taken a lot of effort. Kudos to all who dealt with me! I didn't get my first cell phone until I was 15 years old and technically I had to share it with my 12 year old sister...which I considered bogus! I was on said phone, Jordan(sister) asked to have it. I replied No. A battle of words began back and forth we fought and my final sentence ended the fight...and began a fit of laughter.
I yelled "IT'S MY PHONE! F-O-N-E! I SPELT IT RIGHT TOO!"
Silence....
More Silence...
"I spelt it wrong didn't I?"
Laughter Fit
I chose to highlight my funnier pre-frontal lobe development. Unfortunately I have sad stories that also show my lacking frontal lobe development. Let's just be happy!
Wait there is more...
Instance number 4 The Game of Life...
Once upon a time I was at my best friend Danikas' house. We were playing the game of life, and I was doing pretty well. I was a doctor had a huge salary, kept landing on free handouts, I was flying hi. Then my best friend and other friend decided to play a trick on me. They both accused me of cheating, I swore I wasn't but they continued to say I was cheating and lying. Fully developed frontal lobe Alex would had laughed it off, and said it is just a silly game...that Alex wasn't there. The Alex that was there grabbed the game threw it up in the air yelling...no screaming "I am not a cheater!" She then ran outside barefoot into typical Oregon weather buckets of rain. I guess I could have walked home but my mom was inside where I just had my not fully developed frontal lobe meltdown.
Dear Frontal Lobe, thanks for taking your sweet time developing.
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