I have a problem.
My problem destroys my zen and literally takes my breath away.
Where an “Okay” would be a perfect answer, I will say, “Okay but don’t feel obligated or anything I wasn’t thinking you had to do this or that but if you want to I’d enjoy it a lot.”
For every one necessary word, I will say seventy-thousand. That may be a bit of an exaggeration but … DID YOU SEE WHAT I JUST DID THERE. I didn’t even do that on purpose. I started to overexplain. As if you didn’t realize seventy-thousand was an exaggeration!
It’s a sickness.
I’m not sure how I’m supposed to fix it. Maybe my brand-spankin’ new therapist will help me with that.
Because, aw yeah, I have a therapist. Is that still a cool thing to have? It used to be you were, like, totally cool if you had a therapist because it meant you could afford a therapist in addition to being someone who was totally being self-aware. I think. Honestly I’m not sure why therapy was such a huge fad back in the day.
I’m just going to assume it’s trendy because if it’s not I don’t wanna know about it.
So using less words will give me more time to breathe. Hopefully, that will help me find my zen.
Also, it means I have faith in the people I’m communicating with to understand me and put the responsibility on them to ask for clarity if they do not understand. I haven’t told my husband that part yet. He hates asking for clarity in normal, boring, everyday marital conversations.
Maybe I don’t need to tell my husband that part. Would that be overexplaining?
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