Everyone tends to overthink.
But a select few tend to overthink their overthinking.
Like spending 3 hours overthinking what they should present for a class assignment, thinking that every idea they’ve come up with is uninteresting or irrelevant or too impersonal to convince anyone that this is what they actually think about life.
On a typical day, these over-thinkers will spend their time constantly scanning every environment they awkwardly walk into, nervous that someone else is scanning just as thoroughly-critiquing, or more specifically, critiquing them.
But all of this critiquing is not coming from some stranger, all the critiquing is happening in the overthinker’s head, they’ve experienced the 7 stages of grief before they’ve even had the opportunity to form any sort of concise, verbal response to the over-thought question they were presented with just 5 seconds prior.
I know what you must be thinking, “I relate to this, we all overthink.”
I’m not discrediting any sort of anxious experience that anyone in here has faced on a typical day, because lets face it, this is college and we walk out of here just needing a nap and an entire box of frosted flakes.
This is to the over thinkers on steroids, who within as little as ten seconds convince themselves that the anxious tapping of their foot on the floor is enough to distract an entire class, or enough to piss off the person sitting next to them, or maybe even that all of this leg shaking will eventually wear out their leg muscles and that they’ll end up in a wheelchair, unable to walk, considered a handicap, thinking they’ll never receive any sort of attention, meaning they never get married and die alone in a studio with 7 cats all while thinking that nobody is going to remember to give Clawdia her dietary cat kibble.
But hey, maybe everybody does this.
Or maybe I’m overthinking this….