So, here I sit at the edge of my bed, staring at my whiteboard in hopes my worries transform into
a cockroach that I can pummel into oblivion. Alas, as I sat there, no such thing occurred, and I
found myself a little disappointed. In my quiet moment of desperation, I decided to lie down and
fix my gaze on the ceiling, calling forth all the power within me to find a little clarity. Alas, no such
clarity found me. Thus, I find myself nervously pacing up and down my room while deep in
thought, trying desperately to find an eject button for my silly little worries.
It is an art, you know. To sit and worry about everything and anything takes a level of ability I
care very little to discuss, as it is far from a skill worth knowing. Sure, if we were to look for some
benefits to worry about, it would be that we are sure to be prepared for many situations others
would be unprepared for. If that were all there is to the worrying, then it sure is a positive rather
than a negative, but the reality is the reminder that this is not the case.
Even with that in mind, it is essential to be mindful that when you do something, you must do it
to the best of your ability. So, when I worry, I make sure I worry about every little nothing there is
to worry about. I can turn any benign situation into a full-blown catastrophe. The more I think,
the wilder the thoughts become until I cease to remain in the world of realism and now find
myself on the first train to flights of fancy.
While I make every situation worse in my mind, I leap from my bed in a moment of clarity. My
thoughts are no longer rational, and my evidence is lacking! So, why do I continue to think as
much as I do? As the question rings from my mouth, anxiety bursts through my door, making the
bold claim that it is because of its existence I spend my time in agony. I need to choose my
roommates more wisely, but because I have no other place to live, I must accept this fate of
mine. However, I shall not be defeated! My mind focuses on overcoming, but how best do I do
this?
As the question makes itself comfortable in the deepest parts of my mind, I realise something. I
must talk to someone, especially to the person I am overthinking about. So, I arrange for a call.
A couple of shakes later, I find myself on a call, allowing my thoughts to spill out. After
exchanging many words, we both arrived at the conclusion that I appeared to be overthinking,
and I was not even close to being accurate. With confirmation in mind, I go to bed with a clear
mind and sleep that comes easily.
Well, we are at the end. If ever you find yourself worrying about every little detail in this universe,
call up someone to talk about it so that you can ease your troubled mind. It works wonders for
me, so why not give it a try?
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