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Disconnect from the usual and Rethink.

This is what overthinking looks like.

This is also how a messy bedroom looks like. But that's not the point.
They say that a palm which has a lot of lines signifies a person whose mind is all over the place. It also connotes that the concerned person is sensitive to emotions and has an ability to connect with them on a much deeper level compared to others.

Now that I am over 30 years of age and know fairly a bit about myself and the surrounding world, I can say that this observation is correct. Compared to others, I have a tendancy to overthink about people, their emotions and the associated situational outcomes.
The good side being, I can anticipate how a person will react ( given a situation) and can prepare myself mentally for the associated outcome.
For example: Last week, on an impromptu whim I decided to take a week off from work.This was because my parent's 35th wedding anniversary was around the corner and I wanted to plan a surprise getaway for them albeit the challenge now was to get an approval from my manager as the leave request came in on a short notice of 20 days. Given the situation and  judging her behavior from past experiences, I realized she would act a bit pricey even if I manage to justify how I would make up for the work hours lost. This could mean she either accepts my justification, rejects the same or acts difficult to give in to my terms - the latter being the most probable outcome. In short, I had analysed the situation and the associated outcomes, keeping in mind the attitude of the concerned people. As a result, I wasn't too disappointed when she did not agree to my request.

Although it sounds like a good skill to possess, there's a flip side to it - You can't get mad at anybody when they behave irrationally. That's because you understand exactly so as to what prompted them to behave in such a manner.

So what's the point of explaining overthinking in such an over-thought manner?

Day in and day out, we are surrounded by a lot of people, right? When we were young, it was our parents and then our friends during our teenage years and probably our colleagues now in our working years. During the span of our lifetime, we meet a lot of people who influence us in ways we could have never imagined.While we admire a lot of their qualities immensely, it is inevitable to also not like some of them.
Despite of knowing this, we end up imbibing the very same qualities in ourselves.
For example: If you've seen someone that you admire immensely - say your better half act in a very impatient manner with you but equally patient with an outsider (even if he has asked the dumbest of the dumb question) and on the inside, you hate this quality. But somehow, you end up behaving in the very same manner with someone else who means dear to you, say your mother. Invariably, the same same quality that you disliked is now a part of you. Sounds more like hypocrisy, isn't it?

So what I urge you to think today is - is there any such quality which you've knowingly or unknowing imbibed from the people around you? if yes, shouldn't you do something about it?

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