Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Nothing to do with what I have to say. I just liked it!!*

I wonder if you gave up contacting people for a couple of months who would actually bother to make contact with you? As in, if you disappeared from social media, sent no social texts, emails, snapchats etc etc. and simply sneaked into the darkness... I wonder would it be a good way to see who are the people in your life that actually want you there? I also wonder though if it might just make you really sad. Relationships are two way things after all. And the other thing is, life is short so there's no point in wasting it alone, though the hope is that anyone who cares would make all the moves to include you in their lives anyway. After all, we attract people into our lives who we like for some reason or another and if there was no mutual liking, then the relationship couldn't even be called as such. I think I appreciate love and human company too much to abstain from making first moves. It's an interesting thought though....*

What's in a man's head?

My nurse Mammy has me in bed resting 'for the good of my health'. I need to sleep but I don't want to so I'm thinking instead.
I'm wondering if men think as much as women. As in, I wonder if men's brains whirr as much as women's do or if they do whirr at the same rate then do they just think of way less complicated things? As a woman, I can tie myself up in knots and the more I tell myself not to think about something the more I constantly ask: why? what if? how? when? should I? will he? and consider: maybe, someday, I wish, I shouldn't have. It's completely ridiculous. I should be doing something constructive like reading or watching an interesting documentary or sketching or even knitting but I don't want to. I really enjoy thinking and wondering and figuring out and considering and using my brain and so I do just that. Sure it's fine. My subsequent need though, to share my thoughts with others in order to seek clarification can make me come across as a bit of a crazy I'd imagine. Ironically, I overthink like mad in order to gain a simple life. I'm not sure they go hand in hand! But sure, it's just the way I am.
Men though. I wonder if they just think about uncomplicated stuff like what's happening right now in their lives at this very second in time. I wonder if they ever read into things or if everything comes at face value. It's not that I think men are simple, uncomplicated, incapable beings but it's just I think women are terribly complicated and unnecessarily take routes around life that could so much more easily have been followed if they weren't accompanied by ridiculous over thinking. Or perhaps I shouldn't generalise. Maybe it's just me that has this infliction. No wonder my mother sent me to bed to rest! I'll keep the following quote close to my heart however:

“Poirot," I said. "I have been thinking."
"An admirable exercise my friend. Continue it.”
― Agatha Christie, Peril at End House *