It's absolutely phenomenal how much mental energy I can devote to overthinking the simplest things. I meet some girl and suddenly I must analyze every minutiae and divine what they all together mean -- as if gestures are tea leaves and glances are constellations that can predict the future if I just think hard enough. How absurd. Especially considering how poor human observation skills and memory are and that most of what I see in my mind is distorted and unrecoverable.

It's pointless, and so I won't do it. Such ruminations are a barren tree that will not -- and cannot -- bear any fruit. Mental ghosts that taunt and tease but have no substance. Only time and patience will creep through reality and reveal the future, one second at a time.



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