Sometimes I overthink. Okay. I overthink all the time (but I am not as bad as SOME people…and you know who you are, Eppernepperhart.) And sometimes I see signs where they may or may not be. It’s just how I roll. I overthink and then I spaz.
So, in the midst of all the ridiculousness that is my life, I have seen signs. And I am sure, more than anything, I have been seeking them out and making them into my own little clues. Because honestly, I don’t stress myself out enough already. (Cough, cough.)
The dreams. Holy crap, the dreams are ridiculous. The other night I actually dreamed that I was dating Dane Cook (Dane, if you are reading this, I totally will date you. Holla.) and then, like, mid-date, one of my molars fell out. Yep. Buh-bye, molar. Also, being mortified, I had to bid farewell to Dane too. (Curses on you, subconscious!) Needless to say, I never got to see how he proposed, or the wedding, or the…nevermind…I digress. The sign. Yeah. Anyway, so evidently, dreaming that a tooth falls out means that you have a secret. Or that you are going to hear “disagreeable news”. Either way, that sucks and I demand a recount.
Then there is doubt. I realize that I am doing this one to myself and that I can’t really blame it on the universe (you know, like I do everything else) but, I think it could be a sign. I have been questioning myself a lot. I hate it when I start doing that. It tugs at me and tugs at me until I feel like I am being ripped apart. I think that constantly having the urge to yank out all of my hair could be considered a sign…or a symptom of insanity. Whatever.
Also, and I don’t know what the hell this would mean if it were a sign, but on average, for the past few days, I have been hearing “The Promise” by When in Rome at least three times daily. I don’t know what that’s about. I think it may be the universe trying to tell me something. Like…I should start a really bad band, explode onto the music scene, have a great hit, and then vanish into obscurity.
Anyway…yeah…I overthink stuff.