I am a thinker. I’m not like the bronze statue perpetually perched on bent hand in a state of posthumous concentration but I am equally consumed by thought. I never give things a second thought, I give them a third and fourth thought until I am satisfied that I can think no more. Maybe Winnie The Pooh was on to something.
I never do anything on a whim. I have to examine things from many angles, deconstruct the complete picture and piece it back together while thinking of all the probabilities and possibilities of that situation. I replay conversations in my head thinking about what words were uttered even examining the inflection in the words that were spoken. I don’t have an eidetic memory but I can certainly recall conversations, sometimes verbatim, and I will analyze those words until I am satisfied that what I heard was what I was supposed to hear.
My brain likes to disassemble moments or conversations, examine each piece and then slowly rebuild that moment until it is once again the sum of all of its parts. I don’t know why I am the way I am. There are moments that I would like to be that duck that allows the water to bead and roll from its back, just lets it go, but that is not how I am built. I need to analyse – I need to dwell on an idea until my thinking has left me satisfied and content.
I am a thinker. I am a re-thinker. Potentially, I am an over-thinker. In any case, I can rest assured that I have exhausted every angle before I’ve come to a final decision and that thought helps me sleep at night – until I think I may have missed something and spend many early morning hours thinking about what thought may have eluded me.
Where are you on the think scale?