Men Think About Nothing

And I’m jealous as all heck.

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I am always thinking.

My brain is constantly, hyperactively trying to figure stuff out.

This can be a good thing — sometimes. The ability to think, to use our logic and reason, is one of the main things that sets human beings apart from all other creatures.

But I’ve found that so many of my thoughts are not even particularly useful.

I think a lot about the past, the future, and what-if scenarios.

Before I can catch myself, I’ll be elbows-deep in a hypothetical what-if-I-had-said-yes-to-that-thing-with-that-person-who-I-haven’t-seen-nor-heard-from-in-three-years?

That, my friends, is what I call a useless, garbage thought.

I have lots of useless, garbage thoughts about a great many irrelevant things that really shouldn’t come up in my day-to-day.

It drives me nuts.

Like yesterday, I was harmlessly chopping tomatoes and red bell peppers for taco night at my boyfriend’s place, when I found myself down a prickly thought-spiral about things that I’d rather not tell a bunch of strangers on the internet.