I overthink. A lot. It’s practically a hobby at this point. I’ll replay conversations in my head like a director trying to fix a scene that’s already happened, plan imaginary arguments I’ll never have, and stress about things that probably don’t matter.
Some people call it exhausting—I call it entertainment. My brain is a weird little theater where every thought gets a starring role, and somehow, popcorn makes sense.
Lately I’ve realized overthinking is a superpower disguised as chaos. It makes me notice details others might miss, forces me to consider angles no one else is thinking about, and sometimes it “accidentally” sparks ideas that I put into action.
The trick isn’t trying to stop it; that’s pointless. The trick is learning to laugh at it. To let the ridiculousness of my own brain be funny instead of terrifying. To scribble down the absurd thoughts before they take over and sometimes, just sometimes, to sit still and let the chaos do its thing without guilt.
Overthinking might not make life easier, but it sure makes it interesting. That’s enough for me.