The Wall
Two posts or so ago I mentioned this thing about my thoughts getting the better of me. I've been mulling over the issue and found that has very detrimental affects. One of these is the slowing down of action, as was treated in Shakespeare's Hamlet. While it may depress rash action and such, it slows one down. Doing so, it also challenges the motivation of action, since a separation between some impetus and the resulting course of action exists. I've taught myself of out a variety of actions, usually not directly. But by over analyzing and over thinking so much, the moment passes and there urgency I may once have had subsides. Once expired, there's no reason to do anything. Anything from going grocery shopping to approaching someone. Too much though is dangerous. Perhaps not dangerous, it's internally destructive. Even when I'm drunk, I can't shake the habit. Which seems quite odd to me. Thus I believe it to be an integral part of my being. But I consider it a foible. It's impeding progress in certain areas and I have to learn to manage it. I really do love thinking, for it takes my consciousness to unexpected places. But maybe I'm addicted and it's become a problem. Ha! Addicted to thinking. Who'd've thunk? (<- awesome, two apostrophes!).