I hate being told that I think too much. Isn't that what a brain is for? It's the proof to myself of my very existence. Je pense, donc je suis. Cogito, ergo sum. Descartes was onto something.
If I couldn't ponder, or fantasize, or imagine all possible outcomes so I can try to make the best choice, or imagine what I could achieve, or savour all the good memories I have amassed, and so on and so forth...what's the point of having a brain? Just so I can maintain the ability to keep myself alive and functioning?
My brain is all I have. Don't tell me I think too much.
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