Shit happen because of over thinking

Procrastination is my arch nemesis, I get that and I wallow on it but the next thing that gets on my head is the titillating feeling of over thinking and stressing on petty issues for more than 300 hours until I realise that the thing has already been messed and then add that thought by again contemplating for 600 hours until a vicious cycle is rendered hysterically.

Over thinking is a Satan and someone adepted with a curious hypothalamus is one and all you can do to get rid of it is visit a funeral pyre and look at hopeless faces. Well, that was a nauseous attempt and I do not want to brag strategies as to how you can fuck over thinking or just dump it man! A patient of over estimating and being self conscious 24/7 is definitely not the moral individual to answer all demonic personal stories of humiliations because of over thinking.

Now, let me book a free ride for you to visit a party at new jersey or any other historically advent place ( because they say history had a lot of over thinking involved and now it sucks that I am unable to add synonyms of over thing just to sound like an erudite) where you have a surreal power to read and assess every one’s mind and mind I tell you that all they have in their heads is a great chunk of exaggeration, unsolicited and uncensored opinions about you or your ex because all we are conscious of ourselves even confidence lurks up our body. (self esteem crackles over thinking, just sounding like one of the self help books)

Now your right hand is holding a martini and your left hand is continuously fiddling with your excruciatingly ticklish panties which you decided to wear because you brain thinks that people will judge your personality based on the type of loungeries you pick to flaunt.

Well, that can be true if you have pre maturely decide to have sexual intercourse with your best friend’s uncle. Oh no, that plan will deflate as you will end up fiddling with your panties and sweat with your non-scrumptious and impertinent thoughts of what sort of a dick you are while ordering a martini, you should have chosen another drink because now it makes you puke and you are looking like a varmint drinking that.

Oh god, this is happening, you have crossed no mile in the party, not even contemplated of analysing other thoughts (remember, I mentioned it earlier before entering into the party with you).

Yes me, your over thinking pal who has been with you since puberty and I love women heads for they are temptatious and prone to vulnerability which gives me entrance and the last think that includes in this essay about me is the fact that how significant I was to be enumerated in your unreal essay where all that the writer has mentioned is about an insignificant pathogen like me, over thinking. Even a bye takes several mental notifications on how to say bye so, I guess I need to leave after apologizing how this essay tempted the veins of your overthinking crony.