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Me: We meet again.
Midterms: Yep.
Me: So the usual stream of stress, panic, anxiety, and crying?
Midterms: Well...
Me: Well...what?
Midterms: Your Government teacher has decided to make his midterm project based.
Me: Okay, so that adds another 25 to the already 50 percent of stress and anxiety that goes along with his regular project based exams?
Midterms: Pretty much.
Me: Excuse me while I overanalyze a week before y’all even take place.
Midterms: Of course.
The over-analytical Sexy Memes
The over-analytical Sexy Memes
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Over-Analytical
I’m over-analytical. I see people a deeper way then I feel I should. I’m constantly trying to look for answers and analyze more than I should. I’m always thinking. Even in a crowded room with many distractions, I’m thinking.
I hate my mind, because I’m terrified of pushing people away. I’m terrified of never being enough help. I’m terrified of many things. I’m terrified of looking in the mirror and seeing myself get older. Not even the fear of death. It’s just the fact that I feel that Ill never get to experience the beauty of the world with someone else. It’s the fact that I’d give the world to anyone.
I’m loyal. I’m forgiving. Even when someone doesn’t deserve my attention, I give it to them, because it’s all I think about. I would give the world to everyone else, because you have to see past good and bad. You have to see past flaws. You have to give people another chance. But that’s where I go wrong. I give too many chances only to get fucked over again. Forgive once? Nothing wrong with that. Forgive twice? You begin to overthink and start wondering what you did wrong or how you could have done something differently. Forgive three times? You get an explanation and even though you know to stay away from toxic people, you keep going back, because you hate to see negatively. You want people to better themselves and you want to be the reason they do. You want to prove others wrong and tell yourself that it won’t be the same. You want to see change. You trick your mind into always giving out more love than you receive it.
I’d rather be remembered as someone who gave a shit and someone who always continued to try despite the flaws you see in people than to be remembered for being garbage because you understand your mind. You understand your logic in being a good person. You understand that not everything is about you. You understand that the world doesn’t revolve around that big ego.
I hate my mind because it’s constantly thinking. And isn’t that its function? Yes, but not in this way. No one should have to feel like they aren’t enough even for themselves.
The reason I get so close to people and really get to know them is because I don’t wish this feeling on my worst enemy. I have a deep appreciation when anyone shows any sign that they care. I appreciate them, because I understand and it shows that they do, too.
I’m over-analytical because I care so much. And maybe it isn’t the healthiest for myself, but at least you know I’d never intentionally do any harm to you. At least you know you have one person to trust. You could stab me in the back and I’d apologize for me being in your way. Why am I like this? Because you trick yourself into thinking that bad people don’t exist. It’s simply the fact that you don’t understand, but just because you don’t understand doesn’t mean that you should be close-minded. Appreciate the good and bad, right?
Always Anxious
I hate feeling the weight of everything so full and so thick like smoke that chokes like dust from bricks that fills my lungs and blinds my eyes these thoughts and pains will never subside
Beautiful Disaster
I can’t imagine a better inaugural song for this project. This tribute to surface-deep beauty and that special kind of chauvinist sexism that reflects male entitlement is played at weddings. It makes otherwise rational females cry. It’s still in regular rotation in elevators everywhere. It is terrible.
James Blunt’s Beautiful My life is brilliant pretentious false start. 10 yard penalty My life is brilliant oh good for you. so modest. My love is pure we are about to prove otherwise. I saw an angel Of that I’m sure 9_9 She smiled at me on the subway this woman is being polite, you creep. She was with another man so, taken. But I won’t lose no sleep on that ‘Cause I’ve got a plan to be a home wrecker. [Chorus] You’re beautiful You’re beautiful You’re beautiful, it’s true I saw your face in a crowded place And I don’t know what to do ‘Cause I’ll never be with you so, to recap, he is apparently so in love right now, he doesn’t know what to do, based on this woman’s exceptional personality, kind heart, and shared interests, right? oh wait, no, she’s just fucking hot. Yes, she caught my eye As we walked on by She could see from my face that I was, Flying high again, so modest. this hot chick who glanced at you in the tubes is obviously checking you out, James Blunt. I bet she also values your personality, kindness, and shared interests as well. And I don’t think that I’ll see her again But we shared a moment that will last till the end so a woman you don’t know at all and saw once will stay with you forever? or do you just mean ‘till the end of your next wank session? You’re beautiful You’re beautiful You’re beautiful, it’s true I saw your face in a crowded place And I don’t know what to do ‘Cause I’ll never be with you You’re beautiful You’re beautiful You’re beautiful, it’s true There must be an angel with a smile on her face When she thought up that I should be with you not only is this just shite prose, it’s also straight out bullshit. YOU thought this up, James. it was YOUR superficial, shallow horniness that imagined this entitled attachment to a random stranger But it’s time to face the truth I will never be with you GOOD. no self-respecting woman should find any of this appealing. this is the internal monologue of that creepy guy eyeing you not-so-discreetly from across the room. this is attraction based purely on physical appearance. this is the opposite of a love song. you should not be flattered, you should be scared. you should run. That’s all for this post. feel free to recommend others. there’s not exactly a shortage out there. and remember - songs don’t have to suck. plenty of good shit out there, too.
Today is one of those days when my immediate "problems" overwhelm me, but then I consider their importance in comparison to everyone in the world.
Then, I realize that in the whole of time, I am a speck - nope - less than a speck.
But the extent to which I can fathom this level of humility exceeds my capacity for understanding, which further contributes to my feeling of complete and utter defeat.
In short, I'm over-analytical. And today, I'm acutely aware of it. What a headache.
Overanalytical
Being over-analytical is a strange curse.
If i’m attracted to someone i’ve probably developed hundreds of ways to approach them and weighed hundreds of reactions.
Before i’ve even said hello.
