Hér er það, mega hresst.The torturous analytical force of my mind. Is driving me a tad mental, nowadays. It’s awful. I’m the kind of girl who over thinks things, which can be good, and also bad. I over think situations. Actions. Words and behavior. This often leads to paranoia, which I believe we can all agree on is not quite healthy. If I don’t over think before I act, my mind will be wrapped around what happens afterwards.Dear god, you must think I am completely mental.The thing is, in fact, that I am tired of this. Every time I stress over something or someone it in most cases was completely useless.It is just, after battling severe OCD and anxiety for several years, and overcoming, the mindset is still somewhat stuck. In the form I actually, from time to time, try to pre-think conversations, before having them. You know, so I don’t make a fool of myself, because then I would die of shame and my world would collapse.But trying to analyze what someone else is thinking is, what do you say, impossible. Nor can you expect them to do the same. From now on I am going to be completely honest to myself and those around me (in manner which is not considered rude, of course). I think we all need a little bit of honesty these days. It’s hard to tell who is your real friend, until the friendship is tested. I just can’t help thinking that when someone is speaking to me about this or that problem about someone, and not saying it to their face, then what is this person saying about me. Not to my face.Such an emotional blog. I was going to write about the fact that me and two of my good friends are somewhat bitter these days and should be eating lemons. But the thought wandered off somewhere mid-blog.Oh, yes, so you don’t think I am a complete emo over-thinking kind of gal, watch Flight of the Conchords. IT does RULE. Thank you Hrefna.Lilja. X.
