reclaibrating

I overthink too much, but not in the anxious or depressive way. But in the caring way. I think too much about stupid stuff. Like, how I could switch all my pants for elephant pants, and how to make money from it. Or becoming a comedian to prove I’m funnier than my ex. Why? Just to do it. Or opening a bar for Stephen to work at. Does he want to do that? Probably not, but who cares. Or what Jeff’s nips look like. Or what it feels like to have sex on this mat. I overthink things that aren’t productive and don’t matter. My therapist says it’s to distract myself from dealing with complex emotions.