Weird Things To Think About の小説・ストーリー

People will act strangely, and things will go the right way, or the wrong way It is the principle that applies also to great things, and the cause of all that happens to us. There are some things we will never realize, and there are some other things we can test and discover, and yet I have a deep feeling that these things will never really be what they are. our imagination

But the control is out of my hands. Life does not always go how we plan. I haven't started this note because that I fear something. Yes, running away and starting over is scary and it makes me worry. But I just want people to stop worrying so much about the small, meaningless stresses in life and try to remember that we all have the same fate after it all, so do what you can to make your time feel worthy and great, minus the bullshit. I have dropped lots of my thoughts below as I have had a lot of time to ponder life last night. Of course, it's the middle of the night when these random things pop in my head most!

“Stop thinking too much and just scream. It is not that hard.” “W-what?” “When you are tired of thinking, just scream your frustration out. Thinking too much would not solve anything.” “....” What a strange man. But then again, strange men had become a recurring theme in my life lately. Men who acted like they knew me better than I knew myself. It was confusing…..scary.

I need to think fast. *****AUTHOR'S NOTE: What do you think would be the best?

And, at the time, I thought the strangest thing about my life was the fact that I couldn’t stop painting things that hadn’t happened yet. ---

Every rational thought scattered. Fuck.

I whisper. “I know.” “I know it’s stupid.” “It isn’t.” “They’re just things.” “No.” His hand moves slowly through my hair. “They’re memories.” I squeeze my eyes shut. Exactly. Exactly that. Everybody thinks it’s furniture. Or dishes. Or clothes. But that’s not what I’m thinking about. I’m thinking about the framed picture of my parents on their wedding day. The quilt my grandmother made before she died. The little coffee mug my mom used every morning. The things nobody else would understand.

Mostly. That thought sits heavy. What is wrong with me?

She was all I could think about, Her and that goddamn date that she would be going on in just a few hours. Overthinking was one of my good and bad habits, good if you need a backup plan or if shit goes sideways but bad when it comes the bullshit like this particular topic, this right here was damn near the death of me. My thoughts were all over the place and I started to have those what-if thoughts that women usually bring up for no reason at all, it was the randomness shit. Overthinking especially over a woman was something I would never do especially when that woman was my sister’s best friend. The what-if questions continued… What if he does something to her like drug her and she can’t de

"All right, I'll tell you mine," she said, murmuring as she turned her eyes away to think. "I have an obsession with understanding the human mind. All right, it's no secret, you know I'm always analyzing everything. But sometimes, when no one is looking, I just stand still and think about all kinds of weirdness that person should commit when being alone. I wonder what can lead one person to the outbreak and another to the point of jumping around, who loves the world and animals. The complexity of the human mind fascinates me a lot. And I think I would have done psychology at some other time in my life.”