I Had a Plan Until I Woke Up

I would like to officially complain about my brain.Not because it doesn’t work, but because it works overtime without informing me, refuses 
to take holidays, and specializes in creating problems that don’t even exist.For example, yesterday someone said, “Okay.”Just okay.Four letters. One innocent word. A perfectly normal response.
Unfortunately, my brain decided to open an emergency investigation.Why did they say okay instead of okayyy? Are they angry? Did I do something wrong? Should I apologize? But what if I apologize and they ask what I’m apologizing for? WHAT IF I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT I’VE DONE?Within five minutes, I had imagined the end of a 
friendship, written three imaginary apology messages, and mentally attended my own emotional funeral.Meanwhile, the other person had probably forgotten the conversation and was busy deciding what to eat for dinner.This is the problem with being an overthinker. Other people experience life. We experience life, its possible meanings, its alternative endings, and a director’s cut featuring scenes that never happened.And don’t even get me started on trying to sleep.
The moment I lie down, my brain remembers something embarrassing I did in 2017.Suddenly, I’m eight years younger, standing in front of a classroom, remembering the time I confidently gave the wrong answer and the teacher looked at me with the expression of someone reconsidering the entire education system.
WHY IS THIS MEMORY STILL HERE?I have forgotten where I kept my charger thirty seconds ago, but my brain remembers one awkward sentence from nine years ago in crystal-clear quality.
Apparently, my memory has priorities. Unfortunately, none of them are useful.Then there’s the imaginary argument department.
Someone annoys me during the day, and I say absolutely nothing because I’m a peaceful person.At night, however, I become a legendary debater.
I deliver powerful speeches, present excellent evidence, destroy every counterargument, and win the argument so convincingly that even the United Nations would request a copy of my statement.
The only problem?The other person isn’t there.I’m lying under a blanket, whispering, “And another thing you should understand…”My pillow has heard more powerful arguments than most lawyers.
But perhaps the funniest part is that, despite all this mental activity, I still forget why I entered a room.I walk into the kitchen with determination.I stop.I look around.
I stare at the refrigerator as if it personally owes me an explanation.Then I return to my room, only to remember that I wanted water.My brain can construct seventeen possible futures but cannot remember a glass of water.

Honestly, if overthinking burned calories, I would be the most productive athlete alive.Until science confirms this, however, I have decided to forgive my brain.

Not because it deserves forgiveness, but because arguing with it would probably take another three hours.And frankly, I have other important things to do.
Like going to bed early and remembering every embarrassing thing I’ve ever done until 3 a.m.Some departments never close.