Putting thoughts in my head...

So I had a pretty good weekend with one glaring exception: I've been thinking. ("A dangerous pastime..." "I know!")

And what have I been thinking about? Well, wouldn't y'all like to know...

Without divulging specifics, a well-intentioned individual made a comment to me on Friday that had some serious implications regarding a certain something - something that I myself had not vocalized to anyone and was never planning on vocalizing to anyone for the exact reason that has kept me thinking all weekend long.

The individual made the comment and now I can't stop thinking about it. And when I can't stop thinking about something, I start obsessing about it. I obsess and dream and scheme and imagine and plan and do all those things that I always do that always lead to the same result = NOTHING. That's right, nothing. After all of my thinking and obsessing and dreaming and scheming and imagining and planning, nothing ever happens and I always end up feeling so silly and foolish for my previous obsessing. And that's when I get all moody and depressed. And I am not a fun person to be around when I'm all moody and depressed...

So, thank you, well-intentioned individual, for putting thoughts in my head. If I end up wallowing in my own self-pity and drowning my sorrows in a pint of Ben & Jerry's this weekend, you can have the satisfaction of knowing that it is all your fault.