Overthinking.

On By Richmond Road

I was reading something from Cyranny, about the notion of overthinking, and it occurred to me that there might, after all, be something positive about the onset of senility ….. in that overthinking is no longer an option. On the one hand, there really isn’t time for it anymore, but even if there was, the brain capacity simply isn’t up to the job. Any thinking at all (let alone overthinking) becomes a painful waste of time producing essentially unintelligible results.

So anyway, because she is a sort of friend of mine, I wrote something in response very quickly (unthinkingly in other words). She was, as ever, polite in response, but she wasn’t immediately on the phone saying, “Hell, yeah! Why not? Life is short! Come on over!”

She must be overthinking it all.

But here is what I said to her ….. I think an appropriate title might be….

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Thoughless

Come on little darling
Please don’t overthink
Just get in something comfy
While I pour another drink
Don’t overplay emotions
Let’s not both pretend
That love is more than fleeting
Or that this night will never end
Let’s not overstate our feelings
Let’s not overplay our hand
Let’s just deal with something simple
That we both can understand
So never mind the change of clothes
Come as you are, instead
I’ll turn down the music
While you turn down the bed.

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So …. you know …. give me a call ….

11 thoughts on “Overthinking.”

      1. And Judy we are, alas, cruelly separated by seemingly insurmountable geographical obstacles. A great ocean of unfulfilled dreams and wasted opportunities holds us apart.

        But are you busy next Thursday evening?

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