One evening L said, girls overanalyze why guys do what they do. For example: "we had a wonderful dinner together and were having a great time, and then suddenly he said, 'this has been great, but I have to go. The Patriots game is on in 10 minutes.' Was I too pushy? Does he like me or not? What does it mean?' Well actually, it's much simpler than that: he had a great time, and he had to go because the Patriots game was on in 10 minutes.
Oh, but I overanalyze much more than that. Recently I've been stewing over various things, which is pretty amazing considering that school is in session and you'd think my brain would be all taken up with thinking up ridiculous computer-related athletic activities and creativity exercises and the band and violin students and tango teaching and so forth. But somehow I've been stewing. Current topic: the Tumbleweed. Yes, it seemed like a good idea to start getting rid of most of my furniture and design a tiny 8'x15' house and do heavy dejunking so that I can downsize my life next summer, but is it really the right thing? What does it mean when all of the relationship books say to make space for someone in your house so that it will attract the man of your dreams (yikes! what a thought...) and instead I'm planning to live in a house where elbow room is so limited that I'm afraid my cat won't even like it? Does it mean that I'm trying to escape my life? Escape relationships? Accept a future for myself that doesn't include a partner?
Actually, no. It means I've wanted to build a house for a while, and this seems like a manageable size, and it's just so fabulous. Ayuh. And that is all.
Whew. Back on track.