Last night I had the type of dream that inspires new stories. In my dream the favorite author: Kurt Vonnegut, was a unix and emacs user. And he wrote a book about someone in some government position or something along those lines who spent there entire life fucking around with unix and there favorite editor was emacs. He made countless, guides, journy entries, random life stories.. and had everything on his system optmized using scripts to do many different tasks. The whole world ended and the last person on earth was someone who knew pretty much nothing about computers and they found this unix system in the place they picked as there hideout. Through all the things left behind on the unix system the last person on earth learned to not only survive but live well as the last person. They even became a unix power user through the guides left behind.

Whenver I decide to add something to this website I always overthink on how to add the thing. In general I just overthink how I will do everything. It slows me down. Right now I am overthinking trying to think what to write and how to format it. I always end up doing way less when what I planned on doing. My partner overthinks a lot to. We overthink together. Though we overthink in different ways. I always end up going fuck this and throwing together a terrible mess while he just ends up giving up from the start.

Overthinking is just as much of a power as it is a curse. It fuels my ideas and thought process just as much as it slows me down. Its a quite difficult weapon to use but still quite deadly indeed.

Next time you overthink do what I do: eat junk food.