I think way too much. I over analyse, read into things and come to wildly inaccurate assumptions most of the time.
I take the smallest hint of something and dig right into it, thinking of the worst possible scenarios and outcomes.
This of course gets me into trouble sometimes. Often i have taken a word or action slightly out of context and managed to work myself into such a worry about it, that it is no longer a small molehill but a completey unscalable mountain that can’t possibly be overcome.
Then begins the questioning. Invariably it will have something to do with me of the time. As ludicrous as a shorter text message than usual, i will read into it that he/she no longer interested or that something awful is going on. ‘Are things ok?’ and ‘Have i done something wrong?’ or maybe ‘Don’t you like me anymore?’
Of course, there was nothing wrong apart from them being in a rush, or tired and overworked. But my niggling and digging does nothing to help the situation and often turns my imaginings into a row that needn’t have been had.
I’m far too emoitional and fragile in my belief of things and this is often how it is represented.
Where there was in fact no problem, there now lies a small gulf that becomes bigger with my runaway thoughts.
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