I always knew that I was a smart person. I am good at analyzing situations and figuring out what people’s potential motivations are. It’s a talent that I have, reading people. understanding them and then telling that what I think they are feeling. Sometimes I’m on point and other times I get it wrong, but I know that I am relatively intuitive. Analyzing situations and people’s behaviors have helped me in my relationships and in my career. Okay, this blog post is so fucking boring already.
That’s the point actually. That is the fucking point.
Analysis, intelligence, and thinking are overrated. I no longer need to sit here thinking about the same interaction I’ve had with someone for hours and hours. That is not productive and it actually hurts my brain. What helps instead? Learning how to react to things when they happen.
You can’t predict, or rather I can’t predict, what people are going to do. People do some weird shit. Their behavior is unpredictable. Even if you think you know how a person is going to act, you can’t know what they’re going to do. No matter how intuitive you are, there’s no way to predict someone’s reactions. So instead, what I’ve started doing is doing what makes sense to me. And when people respond, I try to take a moment before I react/respond and decide what I want to do.
Let’s say I have an emotional conversation with someone. That person tells me how he feels, I tell him how I feel. We are in a heated exchange. Byt the end of the conversation, we’ve come to some agreement or impasse, whatever the case may be. I go on with my life and start doing other things. The heated emotional dialogue pops into my head and I want to ruminate or obsess about it. Instead, I intentionally distract myself and do something else.
That moment is gone.
I won’t get it back and I can’t resolve it better. It’s already been discussed, hashed out (now I want hashbrowns) and I can go on.
I’m tired of writing this now because it’s getting overly analytical and I’m going to the international cat show.
This is proof that not every blog post has to be a work of art or perfect. I’m going to post this anyway. There’s no ending. This is the ending.