You know that awkward ten minutes before you fall asleep at night or the silent fifteen minute shower you take where your thoughts are endless? Or even the hour and forty minutes when your psycho sociology professor is lecturing on who knows what and you find yourself day dreaming the class away?
Thinking. The thoughts are endless. My mind is always running. Miles upon miles. Hours upon hours.
One of my friends recently told me she doesn't think. She sits there in silence, and doesn't think about a thing. My first reaction? Are you fucking kidding me?! You HAVE to think. EVERYONE has to think. But then I sat back and looked at it through her eyes.
What if I'm the crazy one?
What if no one actually sits there and thinks random ass thoughts 24/7 like I do? Is it weird that every down second of everyday I'm coming up with completely random unrealistic scenarios and idiotic thoughts referring to everything under the sun?
She's not the weird one, I am.
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