March 3rd, 2005
"Don't think too much."
I am so sick of the refrain "Don't think too much."
First, fuck you. Everything I've done and am proud of, I owe to my impressive analytical ability. It's earned the right to do whatever the hell it wants in its off-hours. It's nice that you let yours hibernate when you're not at work (if, honestly, it's ever awake), but some of us are not "lucky" enough to be able to switch on dimwittedness at-will.
Second, fuck you again. If I'm over-analyzing and discussing things, it's simply because they matter to me. And because simply going along with my gut reaction might lead me to further heartbreak or misery. I don't appreciate the ill wishes inherent in your advising me to stop thinking things through until I come to a conclusion I feel comfortable with.
Third, fuck you sideways. When people say "don't think too much," it's usually in response to me expressing anger, or perhaps more frequently, melancholy. As a result, I hear this response as "shut up" and "stop feeling." Feelings, much like abilities, can't be shut on and off on a whim. If you don't want to listen to me, fine, but your recommendation that I become an apathetic zombie is not welcome here.
So in summary, I will continue to be a rational, caring individual, and I'll keep thinking, and occasionally overthinking, things through. If you don't like it, you can go to hell. Stop telling me to not think so much!