When people say that their head is swimming, I always picture a brain putting on a bathing suit and swim cap then climbing to the top of some obscenely high diving platform and pep talking itself to jump. That description does not conjure the feeling that I'm trying to convey when I say, 'My head is swimming' Instead, I'll say 'My head is in a brandy parlor' The kind you might imagine a group of well-to-do older gentlemen in smoking cigars and drinking...well, brandy or what have you. To come into a brandy parlor an hour after everyone has arrived and is in good spirits is not just painful, it's hard to breathe, the eyes burn, the conversation is infuriating and the whole experience is uncomfortable at best......for me at least.
To feel muddled mentally, like you can't organize your thoughts properly or say things the way you hope to, you could also say 'I have morning brain' or 'My brain just took a dump the size of Texas and took half my IQ with it'
You know, I have no idea why I started this blog.
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