It drives me nuts. Why must I have an overactive brain that won't stop?No matter how many glasses of Tropicana Peach Orchard Punch I try to drown it out with, it buzzes on. (Yes, I went to WalMart today.)
Things get to the point where I ruminate over things so much that I miss enjoying them for what they are. Not everything has to be categorized, chiseled with draconian precision. There's this unending taxonomic process going on in my mind, and it must stop.
A text is a text. A smile is a smile. A compliment is a compliment. A conversation is a conversation. A borrowed book is a borrowed book. I used to hate this phrase, but in some cases, it fits the occasion: It is what it is.
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Your post reminds me of a story that goes this way:
Two men were in an elevator when it stopped, opened its doors, and another man walked in.
The new man smiled, and said, "Good day." At the next floor he got off.
The original two men looked at each other quizzically, and one said, "What did he mean by that?"
Have a blessed day.
Ha!!! =D Great post.
Thanks, ladies. :-)
AHHHHH....why must we torture ourselves? You aren't alone; I do the same thing. And sadily, most of the time, all for naught...it is what it is!
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