The Mind is a Ridiculous Thing

Just a few minutes ago I texted the now Ann Arbor residing H:

Me, “I think I just had a complete mental breakdown about my life…” Followed by, “Why did you move!”

H replies, “Why DID I move?! Can you talk?”

Me, “No.”

H, “Call me later. You can tell me all about it and I’ll think of a story that will make everything seem ironic.”

Because of its ability to be so damn convincing, the imagination is one of the most frightening tools on earth

90% of the time, I love my imagination very very much..

But the other 10% I curse it for making me endure moments of crazy analysis that send me diving to irrational depths of contemplation about the reasoning behind why I do what I do.

I’m just trying to be satisfied and confident for a moment imagination. Leave. Me. Alone.

Trivia Night,
- C