Of Two Minds and Fish Eggs

I had this whole post in my head about always being of two minds and my first thing was about a thought I had the other night. I had used the hot glue gun that day and I don't use it very often, and I suddenly thought, "They should make colored glue sticks. Wow! I'm a genius!" Then about 17 seconds later my other brain part that always argues with the first one said, "No. That would be stupid." Usually Brain 2 is the logical part, but in this case Brain 2 was wrong. When I googled "glue gun" to get a picture (and I was going to colorize some of the sticks!) I found this picture. If you think the colors are a little odd, the reason for their colors is odder. These are for fisherman to make fake fish egg beads for their hooks. I kid you not. Who knew? So, in this instance Brain 2 was wrong, and Brain 1, of the crazy ideas, was actually onto something, although a bit late.
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There's a local commercial for ABC Pest Control that shows the owner of the company standing in his driveway with a few little kids. He's waving over at his house yakking about, I don't know, that it's pest-free or something. The commercial ends with him gesturing toward his kids and saying, "These are the only pests we allow in our house!" Well Brain 1 said, "That's Appalling!" whereas Brain 2 said, "No, that's wickedly funny!" I guess that's really an opinion for both brains, so there is no winner on that one.
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Sometimes Brain 1 and Brain 2 just can't reach an agreement. This is bad when it comes to any matter of public discussion, because if someone asks my opinion on it, I can't say, "We haven't decided yet." That would be creepy. And yet, I have a disdain for people with NO opinions, so it's a Catch 22. I think. I should look that up. I think what happens is, I think with both my left and right brain and they are not always on the same page. This would explain a lot, like that time last month when my left foot gouged my right foot. And I used to trip on my own feet a lot as a child. I am able to clap my hands at least, but juggling is as foreign to my brain (brains?) as being able to walk through walls.
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Tonight My Sweetie brought home one of those little roasted chickens that you find in the grocery deli section. It was steaming in it's little chicken shaped container but I like crispy skin. I decided to brush some olive oil on it and put it in the oven on 400 for about 12 minutes. I usually pour olive oil in a little dish and then brush it onto things, but I decided to drizzle the oil with my left hand and brush with my right. It was really funny. The drizzling and brushing were not coordinated at all. I think two different people (one drizzling, one brushing) would have done a better job. I was laughing to myself thinking, "What's going on here? This is all being done by the same brain!" But now I'm starting to wonder. I think we both agree on that.