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'My Corduroyed Life' - Mark A's Journal
I really, really need to replace my personal CD player that bost a couple of weeks back...
I realise that the title and subsequent sentence do not appear to have any interrelation, but bear with me... I am VERY guilty over overanalysis. I overanalyse good stuff, I overanalyse bad stuff, and generally overanalyse. It is most enfuriating for me, and for other people I'm guessing. One little throwaway comment or gesture can have me thinking for literally hours. My inability to prevent my own overanalysis is just so annoying. No-one I know is safe from my overanalysis - from family to friends to boyfriends to potential guys/ blokes I pull. Overanalysis does nothing for me other than upset me, confuse me, and generally make me go all campo in a fluster. I can't emphasise how much I wish I could stop myself doing it, because it SERIOUSLY does me no favours and solves no problems.
My worst times for overanalysis are when I don't have an adequate distraction. So going on buses/ trains with no book, walking for more than 5 mins anywhere, and waiting around for something are particularly bad things to do when I have someone/ something to overanalyse. The only cure to this is loud and obnoxious Granny upsetting music on some form of personal music player. Listening to music prevents the dreaded overanalysis - it is to overanalysis what Deep Heat is to pain. Music is good. However, my personal CD player bost a couple of weeks ago, and my one weapon against overanalysis has been taken away from me: I am vulnerable...
So today, when overanalysis potential was at a critical level, a half hour walk around campus to drop some stuff off was a really, really bad thing. Gah! No musica! Gah! I've utterly overanalysed what I didn't want to overanalyse and have got meself all of a fluster. Gah! Gah! Gah!
I really, really, really need to replace my personal CD player...
Have fun,
M
Current mood:
frustrated.Current music: Anything! Please! Anything! - Even Drum and Bass (maybe not).