• explodicle@sh.itjust.works
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    10 days ago

    I don’t overthink. I think exactly as much as I’m meant to. Just because you’re forced to waste time doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with you.

  • SirSamuel@lemmy.world
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    11 days ago

    It was the dishes and public spaces before i got earbuds and twenty-seven podcasts to listen to.

    It was before sleep until I started taking edibles before bed

    It was the shower until i got waterproof earbuds

    Now I just overthink while I’m trying to have conversations with people

  • BootLoop@sh.itjust.works
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    11 days ago

    Nah, I watch Star Trek while washing plates so no chance of overthinking there. Oh, and on the train. And before sleeping. I do not while showering though so probably there.

  • Credibly_Human@lemmy.world
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    10 days ago

    Any time I have to handwash anything, I think “Why in the fuck did I not triple check that this was dishwasher safe, I should buy a dishwasher safe one so I don’t need to waste time standing over the fucking sink doing what a hunk of metal could save me the time doing, and more efficiently to boot”.

    Showering is either a power fantasy or dread.

    Before sleeping is definitely dread.

    Public spaces is “why in the fuck are so many people so fucking nasty”.

  • Øπ3ŕ@lemmy.dbzer0.com
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    9 days ago

    All of the above? Also, not just public places. Wherever I’m not actively doing something, there’s at least three thought irons in the sleepless fire. 🤷🏽‍♂️

  • Hadriscus@jlai.lu
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    10 days ago

    I don’t really have control over it, this is why I go take long walks/jogs. I keep ruminating for a good chunk of the exercise, then comes a point when I enter the flow and stop thinking. I just look at the landscape breezing past me. Immobile, rolling a ball the size of a planet under my feet. At last, the thinking stops.