This week has been…challenging, to say the least. I think I need a little vacation. A vacation from overthinking.
The week in review
Monday: Was informed there would be no more sex for me this year. Overthought. Stressed self (and others*) out.
Tuesday: Enquired after my application status. Radio silence from HR. Overthought. Stressed self out.
Wednesday: Was informed an offer of employment would be forthcoming, but the details and timing were unavailable. Overthought. Stressed self out.
Thursday: Officially offered job. Momentary elation. Returned to overthinking current lack of sex and past romantic failures. Stressed self out.
Friday: Woke up overthinking wardrobe, makeup, feline behavior, meteorological forecast. Forgot to have breakfast. Stressed self out.
In other news, I am really looking forward to paying off my credit card (again), paying back monies owed various other friends, family and benefactorial types, giving myself a PS2, Guitar Heroes 1 & 2, Katamari Damacy and We Love Katamari for Chrismachanukkwanzaaka, replacing my rapidly dwindling supply of Nars Madly blush, getting a bloody haircut because I haven’t stepped foot in a salon in over a year and it shows, and moving my shit out of storage in Manhattan.
*Jezebel’s Crap Email From a Dude is the best thing ever. I totally got a crap IM Monday, along the lines of “Dear Sid, you’re nice, I’m getting back together with my ex though, so maybe you can proceed on stand-by as my ‘friend?’” My official policy on these things, as you know, is Sever All Ties. Unfortunate, because he was fun. And a drummer! *weeping, sigh, composure*
Of course, the last person I wanted to see at the end of that shitty day was the dude who just CEFADed me. And yet, who do I see standing on the train platform outside my car, waving hello? The dude, who then proceeds to send me a text about what a coincidence it was that we’d been on the same train. (Survey: Does this make him Really Cool for not gleefully accepting the good fortune of a girl who accepts being ditched, or a Total Douche for not gleefully accepting the…overthinking again. Sorry.)
My response? “This is how my life works. God hates me the most. Lol.” Too harsh? Sorrrry Dude. I was feeling pissy. And PMSing. Eh. Whatever.
5 Responses to “Well, that was exhausting.”
- 1 Pingback on Apr 17th, 2008 at 9:27 pm
- 2 Pingback on May 26th, 2008 at 10:40 am
Hey. Overthinking blows. It’s easy to get caught up in a feedback loop of “What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with my job/romantic life/hair/ipod/mental state?” I overthink all day, every day. So I sympathize.
I wish I knew a cure for it, but that’s just how some of us roll, I guess. The overthinkers of the world.
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I agree with K.
Every time you try and curb it, then you just get caught up overthinking all the overthinking we do. I guess the best thing to do is to keep alcohol close at hand so every time an overthinking episode occurs, we can beat it into submission with a shot.
I’m quickly learning that a dose of Lunesta stops all over-thinking…granted, it also causes sleeping sound enough that a bomb could go off in your ear, but hey, at least there’s no thinking!
I’m thinking Mary’s plan might be a bad one…I’d be falling down drunk by 6 p.m. (and that’s afer getting home at 5 p.m.)..but, again, it would stop the thinking!