Fluidity

I've been leaking brain fluid since some time now. This does not mean that I somehow have become a spout of intellectually stimulating information, and neither is the leakage literal. It is not particularly interesting either. A bit unsettling though, if you are you, and quite a bit uncomfortable if you are me.

For the benefit of the uninitiated, I'll testify that the concept of brain fluid is a no-brainer. It is the goeey, runny stuff that is leaking out of my nose, all thanks to some mangy virus. That is just about it. It would be leaking out of your nose too, if you were me.

It does seem simple, and it is, but the fact remains that brain fluid comes in many shapes and sizes. If you expand your search to other people as well, you'd realise that the spouts and the containers are also available in a myriad variety, and that there are quite a number of people who are unhappy with theirs. Some of them actually go ahead and pay huge bucks for a surgery that doesn't do anything to stop the brain fluid leaking. All it does is makes the spout more aesthetically appealing. I wonder who in their sane mind would want a beautiful tap that does nothing except, well, leaks, and occasionally gurgles and backfires. Fix all these before getting a new tap, I say. You'd wonder too, if you were me.

Coming back to the various forms of this gooey, runny stuff the days that the virus thing does not choose to manifest itself in my nose, brain fluid is not so fluid. It tends to appear in many different varieties and shades, quite a majority of which are suspiciously green and formless. Like something unknown. Like the green uncharted waters. Formless, shapeless, indistinguishable. Yet so alive. Alive with life unknown.

This nosey stuff can be hard. Sometimes, you know, real hard and all. Grows into you. Like thorns or something. Now, these ones are the most fun taking out. Everyone wants to beat the shit of a hard one. It goes for this hard one too. Take care though, you just might end up with a bloody nose, as is the case with taking out hard ones.

The green matter sometimes gets soft and snuggles up your nose, giving you the snoogy-woogies when you are trying to dislodge it. What these snoogy-woogies are, though, differs from person to person. For me, it is a nice snoogy-woogy feeling that snoogy-woogies up my nose into my forehead, and then warms the back of my ears. The slight tingle at the nape of my neck, which rustles up the hair like a slight breeze on a November evening. And the so very mild currents that run up the spine, forcing the fingers into an encore.

Snot sometimes rolls up into a unsightly, sprightly greenish blob, making me wonder whether it is some alien form of matter lodged into my nasal cavity, and whether aliens have given up on rectal probes after all. However, I am inclined to believe that this very green blob is the primordial form of grey matter and that your brain is made up all these green blobs sitting together sending out electrical signals to each other, and to various body parts. The very idea of having your life governed by green blobs is so appealing to me, that I am planning to make a movie out of it. Heck, if the Matrix can work, why can't the Blobs. They both are green anyway.

And then there is the common everyday snot. Not identifiable in anyway, it is the kind of stuff that makes you go "Yecchh!!" or "Yayy! I got clay to play!!" depending on who you are. You'd probably be playing with clay now, if you were me.

As of now though, I need a clear head. And a clear nasal passageway. COMMON COLD SUCKS!