Overthinking: Engaging the Complication Cicuitry

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Wouldn't it be sweet if life was a simple progression from certainty to certainty? If at every point requiring a decision, we had a Wombatproof method by which we could choose the right path, time after time?

I say Wombatproof because I have an impeccable record of, at forks in the road, leaving the paved superhighway behind. Instead I battle on with the steep and rocky path strewn with monsters and zombies and mantraps with pointed sticks at the bottom. Very pointy sticks. The impression I have is that everyone else is able to choose the better way on more than a random basis, but what do I know? - I'm a notoriously bad judge of character.

Changing the way I approach forks in the road is a slow business. Especially with respect to ladies, a clear-cut way to move forward can be difficult to find. One could trust one's gut, of course, but clarity of communication isn't Gut's forte. When Mind gets involved, it's like the whole rest of the world gets to have an input - there's so MUCH information that can be pretzeled into a decision.

It's like there's a whole department of the brain specifically designed to complicate even the most simple thing. For instance: Should I call her back now or later? Is it too soon? Will she think me too keen? Too needy? Not needy enough?

Exhausting, isn't it. In writing this, the answer becomes clear, but I'd still like some way to disengage the Complication Circuitry. All is does is send me around in circles.





Bottoms Up, Over-Thinkers.


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On The Couch

Danielle's photo from here.

Never having consulted a relationship therapist, I sometimes wonder how these things go.

Does the conversation start along the lines of:

So, you like this girl?

Or:

He left you?

Or even:

She wants you to do what?

Somehow, I doubt matters are this simple, and even though the array of human cruelty to other humans is infinite, stuff does tend to fall into relatively clear-cut categories.

Old-fashioned as it seems, I'm still a man who values action over words. A modicum of observation will tell you everything you need to know about anyone close or close-ish to you. Their thoughts are positively SCREAMING at you, should you have the calmness to see.

Professional interpretation, in my opinion, might lead to more cloud than clear sky.

And over-thinking gets you no-where. I suspect therapy is mostly about over-thinking.

But what would I know?





Bottoms Up, Couchistas.