A long-distant friend told me she was unhappy because she thought too much. I advised her to stop thinking and get busy like I am, in straightening cushions, smoothening creases out of the bed sheet, buying flowers, doing grocery, cooking in a while, bitching and other mundanities.
She asked if I ever gave in to thinking?
I admitted, I did, on weekends, when there were no omelets to be whipped, 8:30am trains to catch and office machines to be punched before 9am. And when this happened-that thinking and thoughts assaulted my mind, my self, bereft of a routine, I felt depressed.
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