Maybe I'm a masochist.
Maybe there's something inside of me that thinks everything is equally important. I mean, if it happened to me, with me, for me, or because of me, it has to have some value....right?
When I'm remembering, storing, and analyzing, it's not likely that I'm thinking about why I do it. In fact, before tonight I'd never really considered why I over think everything.
Ha ha ha. I just realized I'm thinking about over thinking. This is seriously how I am.
Either way, it can't be healthy. I could be spinning in this beautiful, once-in-a-lifetime moment. A moment with no strings attached. I'll go through with it, you bet your bottom dollar. But when it's over and the moment has sunk in, my brain stops. And begins.
It's like a never-ending, twisted cycle. Thinking about over thinking. But one of these days, maybe I'll get to the bottom of it.
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