Moments ago—this very evening—immediately after flipping up the switch for our bedroom lights, I thought, “That overhead light is too bright.”
Never in my life before had I had that particular thought.
I’d heard Jane say it.
In many situations.
It’s just that I’d never thought it.
In fact, until her first mention of it years ago, I didn’t know overhead lights could be too bright.
When I heard her first, second, and subsequently comment about an oppressive ceiling fixture, I thought, “she is nutter-butters.”
But then tonight happened.
I thought the thought.
Jane is still downstairs and I was put off by the oppressive glare of the overhead lights.
They were too bright.
I turn the oppressive thing off.
Consciously, or otherwise, we emulate those around us.
About a decade ago, a few years after my dad died, I overhear Jane counsel my mom about the grief process: “Ylain, you’re missing the person your brain co-regulated with for five decades.”
Until I hear Jane talk about this, I never have even thought about it.
Brains influence each other.
Mostly not-consciously, our brain mirrors the brains of those around us.
Jane and I have been tuning into each other’s moods and thoughts for more than two point five decades.
Which has led me to being oppressed by overly-bright overhead lighting.
I walk in the dark to my nightstand, turn on the table lamp, sit on the bed, and check Instagram one more time before sleep.