I think. I think a lot.
Like if I have to go into office today and face a scenario, I will think of all the best and worst possibilities that can occur.
I also think a lot about the future. About what it may be like. A part of me wants to know what will happen and put my mind to rest. The other part wants to treat the uncertainty like a surprise.
Whenever I read a book or watch something, I become involved with the characters. Their story becomes mine. Their happiness makes me happy, their pain brings tears to my eyes and their resentment feels me with desperation.
I like to pretend these fiction worlds exist. A world where I could have superpowers perhaps or some supernatural strength.
I used to people watch and assign them background stories. Sometimes when people react in a certain way, I think about what they must be thinking or feeling at that point. I know it’s none of my business but I can’t help feeling curious.
My mind can’t stop whirring thoughts. If it really were an Inside Out movie in my mind, I can imagine shelves with thoughts mounting high like a cathedral of thoughts.
Yes, I think. I think a lot.