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Oh dear, not something you say to A Negatives, and certainly not this one! My first late husband was a violent alcoholic, he raped me while l slept too, often, and eventually he died aged 41, of alcohol abuse, choking on his own vomit. His favourite saying to me was always, “Your trouble is, you think too much!” Because l am a woman, because women should know their place, because in the sixties, women, especially English wives, had no rights or freedoms. We were our husbands’ property, until the law changed and set us free in 1974, the year l divorced him. And this piece you’re showing here, does not sit well with me, l think because l have a brain to think with, l analyse constantly, l discern, and muse, because that’s the way l grow. Male, female, no difference, only men think there is. We women merely smile indulgently and let it pass, like wind, it’s soon gone.
Karen, hi! You don’t overthink, you just think you do, because someone with a PhD tells you so..No one knows the human brain, they just ‘think’ they do. No one knows the inner workings of the human mind, the brain is the lump of grey matter in our heads, the mind is the programme in it. The programme is you, me, everybody else. And no two minds ever are alike, they merely think they are. The reason none are alike is simply down to programming from before and after birth, of those we live amongst, work amongst, learn amongst whilst growing up. And your programming is created by the sensations of awareness as it fully forms inside the womb. The darkness of the womb with intermittent shades of light through a bare, and covered belly of our mother’s, the sensations of her fear, her joy, her laughter, we start there, even feeling her unspoken feelings, sending how she feels for us, is she happy we are growing in her body? We sense it, feel it, carry that into our brains from the visual, with added sounds, touch, vibration and hearing. If one of these is missing, the rest of all our senses compensates, you could say they too ‘overthink’ to fill the gap left empty. And even that was planned for by the creator..Overdoing things is wearing a subject out when it serves no purpose. Spending too much time crying over, dwelling on, attempting to change, divert, improve, delay, a subject matter/person/event, that cannot be changed at all. Overthinking is a word used by lazy thinkers, who jump on someone else’s thoughts, ideals, and dreams, because they forgot to think a subject, inanimate, or active, through to a possible conclusion. The word ‘possible’ being the operative word, for thinking. The rest of what we do inside our brain is down to health, and free will to choose our subjects. A normal mind for me darts everywhere, hears in the background every sound, as l write these words, from.my deeply thinking brain, l hear tinnitus switch on, annoyingly again. The instant reaction to a bad fall in 1995 where l landed upside down on my head. It stayed permanent for over two decades then started switching off, for longer and longer tkmes. Now, it’s very intermittent, l can go weeks before it starts again, so l forget it in between. l am also hearing distant aeroplane high above my home, l’m under many many flight paths in the midland UK, and between many airports countrywide, and near to smaller airports, so lower traffic passes. This one’s a jet passenger, with another in its wake. I’m deaf one side as well. But l feel it’s vibration in my body. I hear the traffic passing, centre of my village it passed all day long, but not a carriageway, a junction roundabout instead, so l hear brakes, and feel vibrations through the ancient hill l live on, l hear the children normally as they’re going into s hill, opposite my door. And depending on the weather, windows open, shut, l hear the laughter too. Today, it’s silent, Easter Sunday, school shut. But bells will ring shortly for the church opposite as Christians go to church. I won’t go, l’m Christian, but non-denominational. I hear the radio l’ve left in in the living room, and the conversation on it, l’m joining in inside, and mentally deciding when l leave the bathroom l am in, as l live alone, l’ll switch it off, because they just said Tony Blair is coming on, and l’ve not forgiven him for Iraq. So those thoughts are joining you, and the plane, and the silence of the lambs 😉 from an empty school. Overthinking kid, at 78, no way, l know l’m still alive in a very busy world, because Gods miraculous intervention many, many times (must count the all one day) affords me a programme if my own to run, or rest, for as long as l draw breath. And l know my health is failing, l just got to 78 last Sunday, l doubt l’ll make another year, and l don’t mind, l still have answers to my unasked questions, from the man upstairs. He’s likely sending me on detours, steadying Himself, because He knows they’ll never stop! This is seriously unedited, l need to move about, arthritis is a bummer, it really causes pain, and here it goes again! Forgive my grammatical errors. No edit.
I am B neg. Am I an overthinker, as in someone who second guesses themselves? No. However, I love to research and read and ponder. Having time to be alone in my thoughts is as good as any vacation.
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Oh dear, not something you say to A Negatives, and certainly not this one! My first late husband was a violent alcoholic, he raped me while l slept too, often, and eventually he died aged 41, of alcohol abuse, choking on his own vomit. His favourite saying to me was always, “Your trouble is, you think too much!” Because l am a woman, because women should know their place, because in the sixties, women, especially English wives, had no rights or freedoms. We were our husbands’ property, until the law changed and set us free in 1974, the year l divorced him. And this piece you’re showing here, does not sit well with me, l think because l have a brain to think with, l analyse constantly, l discern, and muse, because that’s the way l grow. Male, female, no difference, only men think there is. We women merely smile indulgently and let it pass, like wind, it’s soon gone.
I am sorry you had to go through such a difficult time Jeanette.
I identify 100% with your last two sentences. ‘I think, therefore I am’.
I am B— and I most assuredly think too much. I overthink all the time!
Karen, hi! You don’t overthink, you just think you do, because someone with a PhD tells you so..No one knows the human brain, they just ‘think’ they do. No one knows the inner workings of the human mind, the brain is the lump of grey matter in our heads, the mind is the programme in it. The programme is you, me, everybody else. And no two minds ever are alike, they merely think they are. The reason none are alike is simply down to programming from before and after birth, of those we live amongst, work amongst, learn amongst whilst growing up. And your programming is created by the sensations of awareness as it fully forms inside the womb. The darkness of the womb with intermittent shades of light through a bare, and covered belly of our mother’s, the sensations of her fear, her joy, her laughter, we start there, even feeling her unspoken feelings, sending how she feels for us, is she happy we are growing in her body? We sense it, feel it, carry that into our brains from the visual, with added sounds, touch, vibration and hearing. If one of these is missing, the rest of all our senses compensates, you could say they too ‘overthink’ to fill the gap left empty. And even that was planned for by the creator..Overdoing things is wearing a subject out when it serves no purpose. Spending too much time crying over, dwelling on, attempting to change, divert, improve, delay, a subject matter/person/event, that cannot be changed at all. Overthinking is a word used by lazy thinkers, who jump on someone else’s thoughts, ideals, and dreams, because they forgot to think a subject, inanimate, or active, through to a possible conclusion. The word ‘possible’ being the operative word, for thinking. The rest of what we do inside our brain is down to health, and free will to choose our subjects. A normal mind for me darts everywhere, hears in the background every sound, as l write these words, from.my deeply thinking brain, l hear tinnitus switch on, annoyingly again. The instant reaction to a bad fall in 1995 where l landed upside down on my head. It stayed permanent for over two decades then started switching off, for longer and longer tkmes. Now, it’s very intermittent, l can go weeks before it starts again, so l forget it in between. l am also hearing distant aeroplane high above my home, l’m under many many flight paths in the midland UK, and between many airports countrywide, and near to smaller airports, so lower traffic passes. This one’s a jet passenger, with another in its wake. I’m deaf one side as well. But l feel it’s vibration in my body. I hear the traffic passing, centre of my village it passed all day long, but not a carriageway, a junction roundabout instead, so l hear brakes, and feel vibrations through the ancient hill l live on, l hear the children normally as they’re going into s hill, opposite my door. And depending on the weather, windows open, shut, l hear the laughter too. Today, it’s silent, Easter Sunday, school shut. But bells will ring shortly for the church opposite as Christians go to church. I won’t go, l’m Christian, but non-denominational. I hear the radio l’ve left in in the living room, and the conversation on it, l’m joining in inside, and mentally deciding when l leave the bathroom l am in, as l live alone, l’ll switch it off, because they just said Tony Blair is coming on, and l’ve not forgiven him for Iraq. So those thoughts are joining you, and the plane, and the silence of the lambs 😉 from an empty school. Overthinking kid, at 78, no way, l know l’m still alive in a very busy world, because Gods miraculous intervention many, many times (must count the all one day) affords me a programme if my own to run, or rest, for as long as l draw breath. And l know my health is failing, l just got to 78 last Sunday, l doubt l’ll make another year, and l don’t mind, l still have answers to my unasked questions, from the man upstairs. He’s likely sending me on detours, steadying Himself, because He knows they’ll never stop! This is seriously unedited, l need to move about, arthritis is a bummer, it really causes pain, and here it goes again! Forgive my grammatical errors. No edit.
I am B neg. Am I an overthinker, as in someone who second guesses themselves? No. However, I love to research and read and ponder. Having time to be alone in my thoughts is as good as any vacation.