The Dangers of Over-Analysing

I am an over analyser - In everything I do - In every aspect of my life. I can’t help it. I try to stop but to no avail my mind just naturally drives itself to put all occurrences, experiences, thoughts, etc. under a figurative electron microscope. However, to say that I am detail oriented would be a completely false statement. One would think that with an overly analytical mind would come order and decorum. WRONG! I wish that were the case. For some bizarre reason I can’t keep things straight to save my life – either mentally or otherwise. Well, perhaps if a life were truly in jeopardy, I might be forced to clean my mental house…but that scenario has never (and hopefully will never) present itself.

With my job it is expected that we keep everything in order - in detailed, well documented and engineered order. I, on the other hand, am the equivalent of the absent- minded professor. (Well, to say I am of the intellect of a professor would be drastically over inflated). Anyway, I am a tornado when I work. My papers are scattered randomly across my entire workspace, spilling onto the floor and into adjacent cubicles. I work on multiple projects simultaneously only because I have to. I can not focus on only one task at a time – it is a futile attempt and nothing gets accomplished. I am a mess – or so it seems to the untrained eye. When in fact in this mayhem of documentation and flurry of pencils I find myself contently completing one mundane task at a time.

Back to the over analysation. So why is it that some people are in fact over-analysers while others just seem to drift along in their blissful acceptance of the way the world works? I can not comprehend the latter. While I am for the most part very optimistic, I tend to question everything and wonder why it is the way it is. Not because it’s just supposed to be. There must be a reason, a driving force, a theory, an alternate push to the pull…why sometimes it all works in symbiotic unison while other times it is in complete disarray? When I ask about it "all" or "it" I suppose I mean all of it, the world, life, everything. Ok, so this train of thought is quite possibly the direct result of not enough sleep, too much caffeine and an overwhelming workload. I just needed a 10-minute break from my day to ensure sanity. To all that are going to read this and wonder what drug I’m on…don’t wonder, most of you who do know me already know, I don’t require drugs for these things :)