And I wonder why I think.

Wouldn’t it be better not to think and be like all the rest, who don’t think.

Or do they think, and just pretend they don’t think, like I was thinking of doing just to think of a way to fit in with everybody.

Maybe it’s because I think too much, or too little. Maybe my thoughts are too deep or too shallow, and in thinking about how I’m thinking I’m digging deeper thought depths, or making long, slow shallow thoughts drag out until there’s nothing left to think about, except thinking.

Think before you leap, I think someone told me once but I couldn’t think of where to leap, or where to leap from, so that thought, thunk—sorry, sunk—rather quickly. So I sat down to really think if all this thinking was really worth thinking about. And you know what I thought? I thought, well, nothing really.

I mean thinking is somewhat overrated.

Don’t you think?