I have this uncanny ability to analyze things until I can no more. Or until I give up. Or until someone is utterly exhausted of me asking questions, reasoning, and/or explaining.
I don’t know whether I was born with this quality or if I developed it. I can’t remember living without it. Though that doesn’t disqualify either option.
It comes as naturally as popping my knuckles. It just happens. I try to explain that. I try to tell them it’s just me. It’s just how I operate. I don’t know how to change it. And even if I could, I’m not sure I would for it has been a handy quality in many situations.
However, there are times I can’t say that I wouldn’t change it. If only because other people want it changed. I don’t live my life in the means of changing it to fit other’s view of what I should be. But my analytical nature isn’t welcomed by all. In fact, it’s welcomed by few. Being thus, I have a tendency to feel guilty when I’m accused of over-analyzing.
How exactly can one over think?
Literally, I can take a situation, break it down, reconstruct it, and determine the end result of it before it even happens. How is that a bad thing?
In some situations, I think it through and go through in a way that I know will bring a negative result but I know that I have to do it that way or xyz will happen and be worse than the negative result.
So I guess now that I’ve once again over analyzed analyzing, I’ll call it a night and go think about something else ;-)
