Thursday, October 01, 2009

Desabafo

I’m going to the tell you the problem about thinking.

Thinking sucks. It’s bad. Actually, it’s not bad. It’s the worst. It’s a fucking nightmare.
Thinking only leads to problems. You can plan, organize, analyze. But please, put you’re whole force and will so you don’t think. Thinking doesn’t produce results. It doesn’t take you anywhere. Planning does. Organizing does. Analyzing does. Thinking doesn’t. Thinking is what you do when you’re scared, insecure or just going mad. Thinking is what you do when you’re completely alone. Not from people or the world. But from emotions.

If you think too much about sex, you can’t do it.
If you think too much about how you look, you end up anorectic.
If you think too much about someone, you can't find yourself.
If you think too much about thinking, you become obsessed.

That’s the problem with thinking. Obsession. That is the worst. It’s like a spiral, going round and round, that makes you mad, dizzy and sick. And that spiral doesn’t end. It’s the longest, hardest, strongest avalanche you can get hit by.

If you have emotions, that can lead you. Doesn’t matter where, it can be good, bad or just plain fucking normal. But it takes somewhere. Thinking glues you to the fucking spot. You’re basically dead, when you think. You’re not doing, feeling or living, when you think. You’re pausing you’re life and just trying to understand it. You can’t understand it. You can only live it. Don’t think about it. Just don’t.

See this? These words put together here? It’s me, thinking about thinking. I shouldn’t have done it...

What was I thinking?

4 comments:

Gui said...

Não me perguntem porquê, mas isto saiu em inglês...

gui

Tracey said...

tell me about it... estou sempre a ouvir "pensas demais"...

O Gajo armado em Panda said...

o melhor que já escreveste, e adoro a tua escrita, como ja bem sabes...

MK said...

Porque às vezes apetece-me apenas a andar pela net a ler, a ler e a não fazer mais nada estupidamente. Estupidamente porque há medida que leio penso. Há medida que leio aparece uma ideia, um pensamento que julgava já estar guardado lá bem no fundo de todas as pilhas de memórias que ainda andam na minha cabeça sem dar sinal de vida.

Pensar é uma obsessão. Pensar é mau. Pensar é simplesmente parar no tempo e não aproveitar os pequenos momentos.

Eu que o diga que já escrevi demasiadas vezes sobre "over thinking"... Simplesmente porque andava a teimar que tinha que pensar em tudo.