The most worrying thing is that this “you” who is in some kind of “charge” is just a figment of your imagination.
And since your cells are constantly dying and being replaced, you isn’t even you anymore.
So I’m a countryball.
Or meat popsicle. But with hallucinations!
The foreign bacteria in your gut had a much more direct audience with your brain than your cells do. Question is, is it an Embassy? Are they Diplomats? … or are they Oligarchs? >!As long as they call me sugar mommy for giving them sweets!<
To be fair, they outnumber your cells by something like ten to one.
I love democracy.
My cells are dumb terminals and I’m their virtual server.
I have epilepsy so my brain gets DDOSed from time to time
Wow that’s a really apt analogy and I laughed way harder than I expected.
GO BACK TO CHESS CLUB, NERD.
Seriously can you guys just leave me alone? Chess is really cool, and you’d find that out if you just tried it. Sportz is dumb anyway.
Cancer is when they rise up against you, and your human cells stop being a part of a macroscopic animal and begin a new life as a species of human-dna-having single cellular parasites
My cells better fall in line or I will drink a bottle of draino and mutually destroy us all.
There’s that whole thing in “Dune” of “he who has the power to destroy a thing, rules that thing.” So yeah, we are in charge, even if we are fairly hands-off managers!
I like to think of it as co-habitation. Your “instincts” guide you well because that’s your brains way of saying “okay, look dumbass I know you’re in control right now so let me make you feel some fear so you stop and try to assess the situation a bit more.”
This is more or less correct. Your brain makes decisions, your conscious mind creates rationalizations for why you did the things you did. The conscious, thinking part of you isn’t really in charge at all.
