I was told, several times actually, that I think too much si nu ma las dusa de val.
So now i wonder, do i think too much, or do others not think enough?
Here i lived my life believing that my thinking, the fact that i use more of my brain than others of my species, is what makes me, me…and me turned out to be pretty damn special to some. I guess I was wrong; i lived 23 years in denial, thinking that I don’t think enough…that I don’t know enough. You live and learn. I can rest easy now, knowing that not so much is expected of me anyways.
I wonder what does it take to please some people? Why do I even care about pleasing some people? I’ll tell you why, because i think (there i go again thinking) that some will return the favor, and those who don’t will at least appreciate my efforts.
Then again, maybe i do think too much…i over analyze everything..just to make sure i’m not wrong, i don’t disappoint anybody….because i can?..because some make me..knowingly or not? I have no clue.
I can’t stop thinking, imagining, dreaming…why not accept me for who I am?
Everything is taken to the extreme today. You’re either this or that…you can never be a little of both.
So you think..
They say we shouldn’t judge a book by its cover…but when you have no intent of reading the book, what are you supposed to do?
Just listen!
