overthinking is annoying. it’s frustrating. it’s even debilitating at times. it ruins things. it sucks the life out of simple pleasures. it’s an unnecessary distraction. no, it’s unnecessary, full stop. it sabotages. it’s contagious. it causes problems where there are none. it invents excuses and fosters procrastination. it’s bullshit.
and for what? to save my poor little heart from some imaginary injury that will likely never happen? to protect me from some unforeseen problem that i am already well equipped to face? to help me be prepared for a million possible outcomes which are impossible to predict with any kind of accuracy?
i don’t need, nor do i want this. so, shut up brain, you’re being a bit of a dick.