Can a person really over think something? Is it possible to spend too much time pondering a decision? If I’d only done this, or done that … blah, blah, blah. (Note, if you cannot answer that question from the get-go then you are clearly an over thinker and this post might send you into a thinking induced coma.)
I mean we’ve all seen the crazy lady in the grocery store that has to smell a dozen cantaloupe before picking one out only to decide at the checkout that she really doesn’t think it’s ripe and therefore doesn’t want it after all. (Oh, was that you – sorry – but come on already!)
And then there’s the other crazy lady at the table opposite you trying to decide between the New York strip and the bone-in rib eye. (Oops, that was you too? Again, I apologize but unless this is your last meal on Earth could you just decide so the waitress can make her way over to my table, please.)
And let’s not forget the crazy lady at the paint store who can’t decide between white umber, Nantucket white, white dove, white linen, picket fence white, ashen white … I mean for the Love of God … it all looks the same when it’s on the flippin’ wall!! (No don’t tell me? You again?)
Ugghhh … it’s been an odd couple of days … I have been thinking too much, my brain is spent and I need a soma holiday. Who wants to join me?? Aldous Huxly where are you? Oh, and for those of you that don’t quite get that literary reference, don’t worry … you’re not alone … I doubt the crazy lady did either.