Overthink Funny Quotes Novels & Stories

Life’s so unfair, man. “What does a spoon matter when we’re literally stuck in the middle of the woods with invisible monsters, shady, bad men and whatever else creeps around here? Can you please, for once, use your brain and kick some sense in the gear?” He whisper-hisses, so red in the face, he reminds me of a tomato. “You could join a casting for vegetable commercials looking like this,” I remark and laugh at the brilliant joke my brain just reacted. Shit, am I not the funniest guy out there? Look at me - sense of humor, looks, body and an impressive spoon collection, I have it all, damn it. No wonder my little vixen couldn’t deny me.

“Nothing yet. Still trying to figure things out.” “Stop trying and just go with it.” I give him a skeptical look. “Is that what you do?” “It’s worked out for me so far. Overthinking never leads to anything good.” “You’re right on that. Overthinking leads to second-guessing.” “Exactly,” he says with his mouth full. I put my feet up on the coffee table, yawning again. “Thanks, O.” “Of course, Q. I’m full of brotherly advice.” I roll my eyes. “Too bad it’s not all good advice.”

I turned to look at him, exhaling rapidly before I talked. “I know he won't make that mistake of attacking first again. And if he plans to, we act on the famous quotes.” I said as I took a deep breath, wiping my face with my palm. “What famous quote are you talking about?” He asked as his eyes were opened widely, raising an eyebrow and looking rather curious. I smirked a little, tilting my head to face the direction of the crib of my baby. “Never interrupt your enemies when they are making a mistake,” I said slowly as if I were counting my words as they came out of my mouth. I adjusted on the bed, leaning forward a bit as I exhaled rapidly. Lucas took a deep breath as he licked his lips.

“Think bigger.” Everyone laughs.

My brain took so much time to digest what he said to me. It was shocking, yes, and what got me irritated is how he laughed after telling me those breathtaking dialogues. He laughed as if he didn't mean anything he said, or maybe because he finds what he told me preposterous. Which, even though I don't want to admit it, is true. Hays! Overthinker. I should just slip all these thoughts away because tomorrow, I'll be back to my normal life. Normies, dancing, not for fun, but money. Either way, I'm not ashamed of my job.

“If I choose the job, I obviously can’t go back to my mom, though?” It took her few seconds before she sighed. “Yeah, it makes sense. Sorry, I got it from p*******t and thought it was a cool quote.” I bite my lip to stop myself from laughing. But failed miserably as she made an eye contact with me. I cracked up to the point she throws the sofa cushion right onto my face. “Shut up.” “It’s a cool quote, though.” “Fuck off.”

“Where exactly are we going?” “Outside.” “Outside where?” “You ask too many questions, you know that? This isn’t your office, you know..” “You answer too few.” Aiden laughed. “Come on, Elian.” “No.” “You’ve spent almost your entire weekend overthinking.” “I have not.” “You absolutely have.. I can bet on it and I know that if I put a nickel in a jar each time you overthink things I’d have gotten an over decent amount." I opened my mouth to argue then closed it again because the irritating thing was that he wasn’t entirely wrong.