They say the human brain has a finite capacity. Of course, given there are a finite number of molecules in the brain, this might have been an obvious fact, but the finiteness (is that a word?) of the brain’s capacity is more limited than these outer limits. Or so I have come to believe.
I am not a particularly social person. I am not asocial per se, but maybe I push the boundaries occasionally. For instance, I might not participate in social events, or honor all of the niceties that society expects from an adult. There is an explanation for this: much of these expectations have always seemed inefficient because remembering to say or do certain things means I have less energy and brainpower to focus on the things that really matter, like solving world hunger.
Just kidding, I have no intention of solving world hunger. Not because I don’t want to, but I am not sure if there is a real point to it. My bets are on that cheeky asteroid heading towards the Earth this moment, while world leaders are debating climate science.
Anyway, sometimes, I wonder if I have overloaded my brain and need to hit a reset button somewhere. You know, like the time your Windows machine got slower and slower until you simply had to re-install the operating system. (P.S. The real problem was the completely useless anti-virus software that the technician installed for you. Oh, I might have been patronizing…I’ll take that back.)
Of course, a reset button would not erase all of your memories. It would eliminate all of your obligations instead, and let you start from scratch. Todo lists will be truncated. You will be unsubscribed from Amazon Prime and all magazines, and your bank account will be reset back to your net worth.