Don't mind me
I just woke up, and I've been having all these thoughts. I was having these thoughts when I went to sleep.
I am my own worst enemy, right?
It's me.
My mind.
It's in my head.
And this could probably apply to some other people as well.
The overthinkers.
Are you one of them?
Constantly thinking.
You think so much to the point where you're imagining things that aren't really there, situations that only exist in your head.
The reality is quite different. Things are relatively normal.
But in your head, there's chaos.
I've had anxiety issues in the past. Panic attacks.
I still get them.
I'm a worrier.
I worry a lot.
My mind is like a Ford GT on the racetrack of thoughts.
It's scary.
I think about so many things. Everything.
What if? What if? What if?
Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.
Perhaps.
It's all in my head.
I tend to think about the negative aspect of things and situations, more than the positive.
It's just the way my mind thinks. It's wrong.
In some cases, it's right. The things that I worry about do turn out to be a cause for concern.
But in most cases, it's wrong. I worry too much. About things that aren't really that bad.
I wish I could tell myself, everything is alright. Everything is okay. Everything is cool.
But I don't.
Even if I did, my mind wouldn't believe it.
And so I panic.
I worry too much.
Things are going to be bad. Oh it's getting bad. It's bad! It's bad!
Sh!t! Sh!t!
Fvck!
Sh!t fvck sh!t fvck sh!t sh!t sh!t!
And I start sweating. Sweaty palms. Sweaty feet.
Does anyone else have this sweating problem?
I could be sitting directly under the AC, and my palms would still be sweating.
I worry a lot.
And I get nervous around people.
Sometimes I make people nervous. People see me and they get nervous.
But usually it's me. I'm not built to be around people most of the time.
Sometimes it's alright. Occasionally. Occasionally I'd like to be around people.
But usually it's not. I don't. Too many people make me nervous.
And I don't fit in.
Usually.
I can fit in when I want to. Or when the situation requires it.
I could blend right into the crowd and nobody would notice me.
But that's artificial, right?
It's not my natural position.
Usually it's the introverts who feel like they don't fit in, right?
Not the extroverts.
Because the extroverts have a lot of people around them. They always have enough people to welcome them and enjoy their company. They're sociable. They provide good company. They're interesting. They're funny. They're witty. They're charming.
Introverts don't have that many friends or fans or admirers.
They're just alone. They might be quite interesting once you get to know them. They could be funny and witty and charming and really cool people with lovely personalities. But who's going to know that?
Who's even going to notice them?
Nobody cares about some quiet person sitting on the side or in the corner when there's plenty of outgoing people socializing everywhere.
It takes someone special to notice them. Or approach them. Or sit down with them. Or talk to them. Get to know them. Try to be friends with them.
Who's got time to push some quiet person to come out of their shell when they could be hanging out and having fun with all their other buddies?
Introverts are boring, right? That's the general consensus. If you're an introvert, you've got nothing going on with you. Your life's boring. You're boring.
Nobody wants to hang out with boring people.
Everybody wants to hang out with interesting people.
And the most interesting people out there appear to be extroverts, right?
They put themselves out there. They voice their opinions. They discuss issues. They have debates. They crack jokes. They're just fun to be around with.
What's the equivalent of interesting online?
S3x?
Talking s3x?
Postng nvdes?
At least on SW.
if you're h0rny posting on SW, you get a lot of attention.
Normal posts don't get that much attention.
Nobody cares, right?
On other sites, it's memes. Or politics. Or political memes.
So that's what's most interesting for the majority out there.
Words are too much work. Nobody's got time for essays and long posts. TLDR! TLDR!
Nobody's got time to read all that sh!t!
Sum it up in 3 sentences or less!
So memes work great at sending messages. Take a pic, insert a tagline, and you're good to go.
People's attention span has reduced drastically over the years, hasn't it?
Even with conversations, even with knowing people. At some point, you run out of things to say, because you've said it all.
Then what happens next? They move on, don't they? People move right the fvck on!
Nobody's got time for your boring ^ss!
You either get interesting or people will leave you.
So that's another challenge, isn't it?
You have to constantly try to be interesting. You have to think of new things to say or new jokes or new topics to discuss. Something!
And when you stop being interesting, everybody's going to move right the fvck on. See ya!
It was nice knowing you! You boring ^ss son of a b!tch!
A cat's got more personality than you!
Has anyone compared you to a cat?
Probably a whale.
I've seen these comments on so many posts online. Men comparing some chubby woman to a whale.
It's not very nice, is it?
People are like that, aren't they? They insult others, and they don't spend a moment to think what kind of impact their words might have on others.
I've done that too. I haven't called anyone a whale. But I've insulted others. In the past.
I shouldn't have.
LIke what did I gain from insulting someone? Hurting their feelings?
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
You gain nothing from giving others pain.
Or a donkey.
Have you ever called someone a fvkcing donkey?
You fvcking donkey!
That's a funny one. I'll admit that.
Go on. Call me a donkey.
It just sounds funny.
Have you ever heard a donkey braying?
It's the most annoying irritating sound ever!
I guess that's where the insult came from.
When someone's so annoying that you can't stand them, you call them a fvcking donkey.
Everything they say is annoying.
It irritates you.
Mind control.
That's what I've been working on.
If I could control my own mind, then I would be irritated and annoyed by anyone.
I wouldn't overthink everything and drive myself insane.
I wouldn't have panic attacks.
I wouldn't worry too much about things.
So far I haven't had much luck.
Yoga. It doesn't work.
Close your eyes. Breathe in. Hold your breath. Breathe out.
Take deep breaths.
Doesn't work.
Yoga asanas.
Sit down, raise your leg, now lift it around your head, pull it back down, and shove your large toe up your bvtt.
Okay, there's no such asana with some toe stuck in your bvtt. But you understand what I'm saying.
Yoga asanas feels more like acrobatics.
It reminds me of the days when I used to have an interest in acrobatics and gymnastics and stuff.
Yoga doesn't help with mind control.
Or peace.
You can close your eyes and try meditation but your mind will wander off wherever it wants to be.
You're still going to think about whatever it is you were thinking about before you sat down to do yoga.
Electric shocks sounds like a good prospective.
If you can't control it, try to k!ll it.
I'm not going to try that one.
I wouldn't advice anyone to try it either.
I am my own worst enemy, right?
It's me.
My mind.
It's in my head.
And this could probably apply to some other people as well.
The overthinkers.
Are you one of them?
Constantly thinking.
You think so much to the point where you're imagining things that aren't really there, situations that only exist in your head.
The reality is quite different. Things are relatively normal.
But in your head, there's chaos.
I've had anxiety issues in the past. Panic attacks.
I still get them.
I'm a worrier.
I worry a lot.
My mind is like a Ford GT on the racetrack of thoughts.
It's scary.
I think about so many things. Everything.
What if? What if? What if?
Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.
Perhaps.
It's all in my head.
I tend to think about the negative aspect of things and situations, more than the positive.
It's just the way my mind thinks. It's wrong.
In some cases, it's right. The things that I worry about do turn out to be a cause for concern.
But in most cases, it's wrong. I worry too much. About things that aren't really that bad.
I wish I could tell myself, everything is alright. Everything is okay. Everything is cool.
But I don't.
Even if I did, my mind wouldn't believe it.
And so I panic.
I worry too much.
Things are going to be bad. Oh it's getting bad. It's bad! It's bad!
Sh!t! Sh!t!
Fvck!
Sh!t fvck sh!t fvck sh!t sh!t sh!t!
And I start sweating. Sweaty palms. Sweaty feet.
Does anyone else have this sweating problem?
I could be sitting directly under the AC, and my palms would still be sweating.
I worry a lot.
And I get nervous around people.
Sometimes I make people nervous. People see me and they get nervous.
But usually it's me. I'm not built to be around people most of the time.
Sometimes it's alright. Occasionally. Occasionally I'd like to be around people.
But usually it's not. I don't. Too many people make me nervous.
And I don't fit in.
Usually.
I can fit in when I want to. Or when the situation requires it.
I could blend right into the crowd and nobody would notice me.
But that's artificial, right?
It's not my natural position.
Usually it's the introverts who feel like they don't fit in, right?
Not the extroverts.
Because the extroverts have a lot of people around them. They always have enough people to welcome them and enjoy their company. They're sociable. They provide good company. They're interesting. They're funny. They're witty. They're charming.
Introverts don't have that many friends or fans or admirers.
They're just alone. They might be quite interesting once you get to know them. They could be funny and witty and charming and really cool people with lovely personalities. But who's going to know that?
Who's even going to notice them?
Nobody cares about some quiet person sitting on the side or in the corner when there's plenty of outgoing people socializing everywhere.
It takes someone special to notice them. Or approach them. Or sit down with them. Or talk to them. Get to know them. Try to be friends with them.
Who's got time to push some quiet person to come out of their shell when they could be hanging out and having fun with all their other buddies?
Introverts are boring, right? That's the general consensus. If you're an introvert, you've got nothing going on with you. Your life's boring. You're boring.
Nobody wants to hang out with boring people.
Everybody wants to hang out with interesting people.
And the most interesting people out there appear to be extroverts, right?
They put themselves out there. They voice their opinions. They discuss issues. They have debates. They crack jokes. They're just fun to be around with.
What's the equivalent of interesting online?
S3x?
Talking s3x?
Postng nvdes?
At least on SW.
if you're h0rny posting on SW, you get a lot of attention.
Normal posts don't get that much attention.
Nobody cares, right?
On other sites, it's memes. Or politics. Or political memes.
So that's what's most interesting for the majority out there.
Words are too much work. Nobody's got time for essays and long posts. TLDR! TLDR!
Nobody's got time to read all that sh!t!
Sum it up in 3 sentences or less!
So memes work great at sending messages. Take a pic, insert a tagline, and you're good to go.
People's attention span has reduced drastically over the years, hasn't it?
Even with conversations, even with knowing people. At some point, you run out of things to say, because you've said it all.
Then what happens next? They move on, don't they? People move right the fvck on!
Nobody's got time for your boring ^ss!
You either get interesting or people will leave you.
So that's another challenge, isn't it?
You have to constantly try to be interesting. You have to think of new things to say or new jokes or new topics to discuss. Something!
And when you stop being interesting, everybody's going to move right the fvck on. See ya!
It was nice knowing you! You boring ^ss son of a b!tch!
A cat's got more personality than you!
Has anyone compared you to a cat?
Probably a whale.
I've seen these comments on so many posts online. Men comparing some chubby woman to a whale.
It's not very nice, is it?
People are like that, aren't they? They insult others, and they don't spend a moment to think what kind of impact their words might have on others.
I've done that too. I haven't called anyone a whale. But I've insulted others. In the past.
I shouldn't have.
LIke what did I gain from insulting someone? Hurting their feelings?
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
You gain nothing from giving others pain.
Or a donkey.
Have you ever called someone a fvkcing donkey?
You fvcking donkey!
That's a funny one. I'll admit that.
Go on. Call me a donkey.
It just sounds funny.
Have you ever heard a donkey braying?
It's the most annoying irritating sound ever!
I guess that's where the insult came from.
When someone's so annoying that you can't stand them, you call them a fvcking donkey.
Everything they say is annoying.
It irritates you.
Mind control.
That's what I've been working on.
If I could control my own mind, then I would be irritated and annoyed by anyone.
I wouldn't overthink everything and drive myself insane.
I wouldn't have panic attacks.
I wouldn't worry too much about things.
So far I haven't had much luck.
Yoga. It doesn't work.
Close your eyes. Breathe in. Hold your breath. Breathe out.
Take deep breaths.
Doesn't work.
Yoga asanas.
Sit down, raise your leg, now lift it around your head, pull it back down, and shove your large toe up your bvtt.
Okay, there's no such asana with some toe stuck in your bvtt. But you understand what I'm saying.
Yoga asanas feels more like acrobatics.
It reminds me of the days when I used to have an interest in acrobatics and gymnastics and stuff.
Yoga doesn't help with mind control.
Or peace.
You can close your eyes and try meditation but your mind will wander off wherever it wants to be.
You're still going to think about whatever it is you were thinking about before you sat down to do yoga.
Electric shocks sounds like a good prospective.
If you can't control it, try to k!ll it.
I'm not going to try that one.
I wouldn't advice anyone to try it either.
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