creepy brain stuff

have you ever thought that maybe your brain doesn't work right? but you wouldn't know, because it's your own brain? i'm not talking about something like the matrix, where someone else is controlling or guiding you without you knowing. i'm talking about memory problems, or psychological disorders, that result in all kinds of really weird stuff.

i was just reading an article that talked about amnesia. do people with certain kinds of amnesia know they have it? do they realize that they can't remember stuff?

what about people who are mentally handicapped, to whatever degree? do they realize their brains don't work properly? do they think they are regular, functioning citizens?

the obvious point here is, is our own perspective accurate? did you ever think that maybe you're actually in some institution somewhere, but you don't know it? because your mind is perceiving it as normal, as regular everyday life, and it seems free and open to you, because something is wrong with you.

i'm not trying to make this deeper than it needs to be (i'm not about to wonder about the nature of reality and truth and false memory and all that), but all i'm wondering is, if they think the world is normal, and that THEY are normal, then we could be in the same boat and we wouldn't know.

kind of along the same lines (but also totally different), do you ever think about the fact that our own minds don't understand our own minds? brain surgeons don't understand everything about brains, even though their own brains are the ones trying to figure it out. and, it's my brain that tells my heart to keep beating, but even though it's MY OWN brain, i, MYSELF, can't tell my heart to turn off.

any correlating thoughts about brains, minds, consciousness, subconsciousness, sigmund freud, memory, perspective, wikipedia, a basketball, What About Bob, death, the difference between psychologists and psychiatrists, the bible, God, abortion, evolution, Archaeopteryx, the left wing media, indie movies, dreams, clowns, M. Night Shyamalan, history, truth, or reality are welcome.

now if you'll excuse me, my friend in the white jacket is saying i need to get back to that nice basket i've been weaving.