Date: Fri, 24 May 2013 11:31:54 +0200
- F*&% Jesus I Eat Meat
Boo Hoo, HA HA HA!
- As my degree enters the final dash for the finish line I find that I’m getting a bit scarily manic about art. My hair has exploded into massive curls so i stalk round college like a partially tamed lion passing though all states of emotion from dizzy euphoria (over things like wall brackets being in stock) to deepest anguish over unhappy things like uber shinny plasmas screens.
So given my current state I’m pleased to hear that having a quick sob is rather good for you, as is having a moment of insane slightly psychotic laughter (me stressed? No im fine? See happy fineeeeeee, ha ha!).
There are 3 types of tears.
1. Basal sobs lubricate our eyeballs and keep us blinking.
2. Reflex tears e.g when you hit your self in the eye with a stick (no, just me?) ok better example from cutting an onion, flush nasty stuff out of our lil peeps.
3. And finally emotional tears, the bodies reaction to an emotive stimulus.
Hear comes the science… Emotional blubbering contains high levels of manganese and the hormone prolactin, which are bad and nasty so by expelling them your literally pushing depression out of your face and into a tissue. Kinda cool eh? Your physically ridding your self of sad chemicals, so all those puffy eyes and snotty rags are totally worthwhile.
Personally i also find that crying makes me sleep really well, perhaps that why I choose to have all serious talks at 4 in the morning, some in built soporific devise to get rid of worry and enter blissful oblivion.
On the flip side laughing is, perhaps unsurprisingly, very good for you. Unlike every other thing (except tomatoes) it doesn’t cause cancer, it actually physically reduces your chances of getting it. By lowering blood pressure and increasing blood flow having a chuckle helps the body heal itself. Production of T -cells that destroy tumours and viruses increase, and more Gamma interferon (which is a disease fighting protein) is released.
Apparently laughing one hundred times is equal to a ten-minute workout on a rowing machine, or fifteen minutes on an exercise bike. To me, that sounds pretty grueling. I can just imagine health phob’s having mandatory laughter sessions in the morning with there uber low cal, low GI, high fibre cereal before an enforced family cry to get all that nasty depression out of the system... I'm pretty damb lazy but i think ill take the exercise bike, O.k thats a lie ill probably just end up chasing the bus with a bag full of heavy art crap again. Its a work out of sorts.