Just a post

I dwell over things way too much. I really do. I sit and I over think shit and become paranoid and try and conceive all possibilities to a particular situation and how they can come to be and how to avert them if necessary. I over think shit and worry or I get ahead of myself and assume that something great is going to happen and in the end I get nothing but disappointment because what I think is going to happen never does. I’m surprised I got my job back from last summer because I just assumed that I would, so that should automatically meant that I wouldn’t get the job. I guess I finally lucked out.

I do all this and take up so much of my brain power that I can’t focus on anything but what I have to worry about that particular day, hence why my hair is slowly saying goodbye to my scalp. That in itself is a paradox. The theory is that it’s falling out because I worry too much, and all it does is make me worry more, so more hair just falls out! DAMMIT!!!!

If I focused all the mental energy I use up worrying about shit and thinking about things that will never happen, I’d probably have the marks in school that I should be having; I’d be more confidence in myself (and with that a have a girl, because according to that Cosmo at Abigail’s place, that’s what chicks want); not be loosing my hair; and probably be able to do decent posts for you fine people more often.

I know that everyone worry’s about shit, and I’m sure there are those that do more than I, but it’s still a complete and utter annoyance, and people telling me to just not worry so much doesn’t do shit. “Don’t worry so much” they say. Well that’s some great advice; you must have gone to Harvard to come up with that one.

…Well… I just had to get that out. I think that’s the closest I’ve ever come to bitching about what kind of day I had on this thing.

Youngblood