Your mind won't stop. And you can't make it stop Chronic overthinkers whose mind won't stop despite knowing the thinking isn't helping.
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Your mind won't stop. And you can't make it stop Chronic overthinkers whose mind won't stop despite knowing the thinking isn't helping.
When Silence Spoke First
Shadow of Eagle
When silence walked into the room,
It didn’t come empty handed.
It came with memories I buried,
And the echoes I thought had faded.
No words were spoken
Yet everything was said.
In the stillness of that moment,
My soul confessed what my lips never did.
Sometimes silence is not the absence of sound,
But the presence of truth too heavy to carry aloud.
It wraps around you like a blanket,
And leaves you shivering in understanding.
So when silence spoke first,
I listened
Because it knew parts of me
Even I hadn’t met yet.
I’m in a complaining mood:
My number one frustration as of late is a friend who overthinks way too much.
She assigns her own meaning to everything other people do and takes it as an insult rather than asking someone what they meant.
If someone needs to take time off to help their sick mother, it’s the last straw for her and she doesn’t want him to work for her anymore in addition to not being the perfect worker.
If someone is busy when she calls, she gets upset because she needs help with something important that we did sign up to help with but we also have our own lives.
I could leave stuff for her on her doorknob because she needs the stuff and I’m too busy to wait for her to answer a text or call, but I kept my eye on it until she grabbed it and even waved from afar when I saw her grab it. She didn’t see me and thought it was rude of me to drop it off and leave. I had other chores and errands to do that day and got a late start, so I wasn’t going to wait around for her to respond.
I text her once to give her a heads up about smoking not being allowed in our building anymore, and she sends me multiple texts then calls me, asking how it plans to be enforced and she won’t get kicked out, complaining that I called her and accusing me of overstepping. How? By giving her a heads up about a memo that is relevant to her?
If I respond to her text questions with one word, she thinks I’m mad at her or have an attitude. No, it’s the weekend, and I sleep in late, so I’m half asleep when I respond.
Not to mention the fight we had around Christmas when she made a big deal out of something that I already corrected, and ignored me when I tried to point out that her request wasn’t necessary because it had already been taken care of. She literally refused to listen and look when I pointed with my finger that I had already done what she asked prior to her asking me. Then after that, she sent me a text saying that I was doing too much or overstepping or something, and it was all over her own perceived slights than reality. This is the one time I didn’t respond calmly because I had been doing her a favor in the first place.
And it’s not just me she pulls this shit on. It’s everyone around her.
Yes, I know I need to talk to her about this before it blows up, but I haven’t been in the mood. She’s very sensitive. She’s the kind of person that makes up scenarios in her head and gets hurt by them and then takes out her frustrations on the person she was thinking about it.
She doesn’t know me well enough yet to know what my motivations behind my actions are. Example: She loves that I share food with her and thinks it’s me being nice. However, I’ve been sharing my food with people since I was a teenager. It’s my way of making sure the food doesn’t go to waste because I know I can’t eat it all by myself, and I like to try new recipes.
I’m not the average person, and she’s still learning that her assumptions of my motivations are almost always wrong because my thought process is completely different from hers.
I’m not mad, more like annoyed and slightly frustrated. I want her to understand that not everyone is out to get her, and her anxiety and emotions about an action do not make her feelings factual, and she doesn’t get to lash out or accuse someone of shit based on her feelings.
Hell, even my therapist said that I could talk to my friend but that doesn’t mean she’ll listen to me.
Which is possibly true. I have another therapy appointment tonight.
Anyone have any suggestions? My post is a little vague, but that’s just because I don’t want to go into too many details even though I’m pretty sure she doesn’t have a Tumblr.
Sometimes I feel like tumblr is my only escape
Over thinkers
Changed minds
I think it’s normal to be pissed when people repeat the process of inflating your expectations then disappointing you like poof- it’s gone.
But this world, my dear, it runs on changed minds and second chances and forgiveness. I don’t think the mood of other people should be ruined because you’re no longer in the mood for the same event you were expecting.
Let loose and laugh your disappointments off. As long as you’ve got time to spare, join your family and friends in whatever chaos they intend to create. Teenage angst and the vision of modern media for putting yourself in the centre of all- these can fog this simple answer to happiness.
You are a tiny speck of dust in the puzzle of humanity. Some may say it’s unfortunate that they aren’t as important as they think they are but that’s the point. You don’t have to take yourself so seriously. People will disappoint, people will hurt you (if physically, run) but what other than raw emotions could make you feel alive?
This may be biased because I believe that love conquers all.
I thought I reached the end of the cliff on many occasions. The circle of sadness we go through seems to go back to points I didn’t want to revisit, so what’s the point? In spite of this, love keeps overwriting past sadness and anger of many people. Love and I- we still don’t have a perfect relationship. I am yet to experience the true power of love. But I have faith that we were made to love.
Yours Truly,
Lilac Lyra.
In that order.