Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Overthinking

I get accused often of overthinking things. Riddick says it, my neighbor says it, my friends say it, my co-workers say it. I can't help it. I am blessed, and cursed with a analytical mind that doesn't always want to shut down. Combine that with some very strong intuition and sometimes I know more than I want to know.

I say intuition, but my buddy graybelle calls me psychic. I don't think that's true, she bases that on the fact that a few times I have told her who was calling her before the phone rang. I think they were just lucky guesses;-)

I don't believe I am clairvoyant. I did not foresee my dad's death, nor any of my injuries. I did get a strong feeling I was going to get sick when I left for Honduras the last time in 2007, before I got Malaria.

But yet again, I digress into other subjects.

I, Bacongal, am an overthinker. All that know and love me, or for that matter, know and don't love me, must accept this fact. It is this gift that earns my living, and makes me your own personal 411. But this also means that I have had to learn that when I get a really big hunch and some verbal, non-verbal, written, suggested, expressed or non-expressed clues, I sometimes know more than you want me to and I want me to.

I've had to learn to keep my mouth shut. If I ask someone I care about if they are ok, and they say yes, and I know they are lying, I have to shut up. Just like I prefer my friends to shut up when I don't want to talk about something.

Someday when I'm old, maybe my memory will fail, and my logic, and when that happens I can only hope that I can't remember what it was to overthink!

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