Thoughts on thinking too much

So basically, I’ve always had this thing where I wish I were dumber than I am, if that makes any sense.

I’m not claiming to be smart by any means. I don’t consider myself a genius. I’m not dumb either, but you know what I mean. Sometimes I find myself wishing I were more clueless about everything, less self-aware, less caring, thinking less, and just living in the moment.

My head feels like a thousand tabs open at once, and every single one of them is running a full loop of updates that I somehow have to manage. It’s exhausting, dude. It truly is.

I just want to get home, have a drink, watch some sports, and scream at the TV. But I can’t really enjoy that. I wish I could, though. I wish I could find a simple life fulfilling.