Curly versus Straight

   Some people are born with perception, I'm not one of those few. Most people, in order to get even an idea of how the world works, need a life-altering occurence, like being kidnapped, or some other sucky experience. Others learn from a friend or role model's mistakes, and realize if one thing can happen to someone they're close to, it could  happen to them, too. 

   I don't fall under those categories, I just suffer from over-thinking. I suppose that, next to being born with it, is the easiest way to get perception. If you just think, than you don't need to undergo a traumatic experience to earn world view.

  From any other view over-thinking sucks. Even the simplest things can send you cascading into paranoia, such as maybe that car parked beside me still has pages of information about said car, still taped to the inside of the  window because it was driven right out of the dealership, without being purchased, maybe it was stolen, maybe someone had taking it in the middle of a test drive then shoved the car salesmen out of the car, while the thief was driving down the highway, maybe I'm parked next to murderer. A lot of other thoughts ran through my head after this  one, such as "I'm never parking in this lot again." But if continue then I'll be rambling, and rambling is the sole reason this blog doesn't have any readers. Or maybe it's not my rambling, maybe people just don't like me. But before i get lost in my typing again, I'm just going to stop there.

    I logged off and sighed. Maybe people really don't like me. Maybe I should move out into the jungle where no one would have to see me. Maybe, maybe, maybe. That's all I seem to think, it's scary. I hate not being able to relax. I have insomnia, just because of that. Anytime I try to sleep I enter a world where every stranger's a killer, every elevator's faulty, and every car is a deathtrap.

"Welcome back, Elizabeth!" I had walked into the Psych Room, and was immediately greeted by my conciler Sarah. I think that Sarah probably became a pschologist because she had a traumatic past and wanted to help others with similar problems, this isn't the first time I've thought this, that's why I'm extra nice to Sarah.

 "Hi Sarah."

"How have you been this week, Liz?"

  Every inch of the walls surrounding me were covered with inspiration posters, such "Follow your Dream", or "Teamwork is the Best Work".  I've always spoken what I thought, that's why my next sentence came out like this:

"Grass doesn't get greener, you're sign's being naive, and it obviously needs to check in with reality, signs like that give false hope, false hope is pointless. Did you know that, Sarah?"

"No, I didn't, care to explain?"

"People with straight hair always want curly hair. But if they get a perm, they realize that want they want their old hair back."

"Do you want straight hair?"

"No, why would everyone want curly hair, if it isn't better than straight hair?"

"Well, I think that they are both equally good, straight and curly."

"Of course you would, Sarah, you have straight hair."