No, I didn’t take an on line crash course in psychology, and I don’t do a lot of thinking these days, never mind over thinking. But I do wonder why we are so “into” over thinking. We were at one time generally divided into the thinkers and the doers. I guess the doers got sick of doing all the doing, so they became the thinkers. The thinkers thought they were better than the doers, who had just become the thinkers, so they became the over thinkers. Make sense? Of course not, ya ninny. I’m over thinking things!
I think there is a grand conspiracy afoot to convince us that to live an emotionally healthy life, we have to analyze, dissect, and study every issue we encounter in life. I guess it’s good for the analysts, though, because you can’t throw a cat without hitting one. Have you seen the commercial in which the drill sergeant-like shrink says to the patient “You know what bothers me? You do!” and goes on to call him a few names and throw a tissue box at him. Well, I think we need more drill sergeant-like shrinks. Who cares if the color yellow scares someone?
A girl I know got her panties all in a knot when an acquaintance of hers didn’t return a phone call. She dissected their entire relationship because of what in all probability was an oversight. She started back in high school. By the time she was done, I didn’t like the woman, and I don’t even know her. Then she asked me the big question. “What do you think I should do?” I thought about asking her what she thought she should do, but since I was already on the verge of becoming comatose, I said, “Call the bitch back, or dump her.” Sheesh.
So, why do we over think simple things? Is it because every time we turn around, some semi-professional know-it-all or self proclaimed analyst on television is encouraging us to delve deep into our minds to discover the reason for something? That’s all well and good I guess, but there seems to be a wave of over thinkers analyzing everything from how a stain got on a shirt to why a kid doesn’t like broccoli.
I get it. I understand that there are certain behaviors that deserve a second, even a third, look, and at times further exploration and professional help, but is it really necessary to take a two-year-old to a shrink because he threw a fit in the supermarket and embarrassed his mother? I dunno. I think maybe the kid might need a slap on the diaper and the mother might need an hour long stretch on the couch.
A friend of mine used to put pepper in salt shakers (or something like that) on Labor Day. She can’t remember why she did it, and I never thought to dissect her eccentricity. She is somewhat normal to this very day, so apparently it wasn’t a sign of some deep insecurity or a sign of some crippling social disease. Today, she might be considered as a candidate for her own television reality show.
Over thinking can adversely affect the health and well-being of the swarms of people engaging in this destructive lifestyle. Not only can it cause additional stress, shortness of breath, swelling of the tongue, face and throat, incontinence, diarrhea, and a nasty rash, but it makes me want to slap an over thinker silly. Case in point, when the little guy asks me how it’s possible for one to explain to another what something “tastes” like.
How the hell should I know? Ask an over thinker.