And California won't see another Sunday
I wonder if people who talk while they eat gain less weight because they are expending calories in order to talk. I wonder about a lot of things. I feel at home deep in thought. I never know why, but I just love sitting places and thinking, looking at others as they pass by. I'd be an awesome hobo.
The problem is, being deep in thought gets me in trouble sometimes. I can pay attention fine, it's not that. But stick me in a car, I'll imagine how we could die over every turn, our car turning over and the gas tank catching fire, our safety belts becoming restraints. Yet, when my mind is on things such as that, I underthink other things. Responses become hair-triggered defenses. I don't even have to think about talking sometimes, i just find myself in the middle of a sentence. That's my life, basically. I'm stuck between overthinking and underthinking everything.
Now, you might view that as a terrible existence, but, on the contrary, I'm actually extremely happy with it. It adds a sense of spontaneity and surprise to my life. I'll be thinking about a knife ripping through my skin, shredding my intestine and releasing bile from my gallbladder into my body cavity, when all of a sudden I find myself saying, "Your mom likes cheese." I never know when that's going to happen, and something about that makes me feel good about myself. Well, that's me I suppose. Everything's subjective, and the like. I'm sure other people think like this, but I don't care. I feel better when I pretend this is mine.
The problem is, being deep in thought gets me in trouble sometimes. I can pay attention fine, it's not that. But stick me in a car, I'll imagine how we could die over every turn, our car turning over and the gas tank catching fire, our safety belts becoming restraints. Yet, when my mind is on things such as that, I underthink other things. Responses become hair-triggered defenses. I don't even have to think about talking sometimes, i just find myself in the middle of a sentence. That's my life, basically. I'm stuck between overthinking and underthinking everything.
Now, you might view that as a terrible existence, but, on the contrary, I'm actually extremely happy with it. It adds a sense of spontaneity and surprise to my life. I'll be thinking about a knife ripping through my skin, shredding my intestine and releasing bile from my gallbladder into my body cavity, when all of a sudden I find myself saying, "Your mom likes cheese." I never know when that's going to happen, and something about that makes me feel good about myself. Well, that's me I suppose. Everything's subjective, and the like. I'm sure other people think like this, but I don't care. I feel better when I pretend this is mine.