Overthinking is like having an abusive conversation with your brain. It drives me nuts. There is a saying that thinking interferes with one's doing. Sometimes when we overthink, our imaginations are beyond what we expect it to be. Our brain is a place where no one dares to wander. Especially when you're at war with your brain.
Hi, I'm Hendrix Rutherford. I'm nuts but I'm okay with that.
Have you ever wonder what lies in the unknown void? What beauty does it lie? Will I disintegrate if I stare at a beauty so blindly? Probably. Well, I'm actually staring at one right now.
Meet Karen Grant. Mysterious as the sea. Beautiful as the glistening moon. Karen's a beauty, yes, but she's sort of bizarre. She doesn't socialize that much not like her best friend. It's ironic how everyone loves her but she has few friends. Literally, nobody hates her. She's like radiating peace. Just like the calm sea, she becomes a tsunami once you trigger her vital point.
"Karen! Can I copy your homework?" I stared at the person who called the peaceful Karen trying her best not to nod off.
Rebecca Holder.
The master of copying homeworks. I really don't know how she always gets away with all the trouble and most certainly how Karen survives Rebecca's annoying presence. Her presence is literally as high as Zeus's lighting bolt.
"Go away, Becca. I will not let you copy my homework," Karen said bluntly but still somehow nice.
"Aw, please?" Rebecca pouted which I found gross. She pleaded more.
"As if. You already have my homework in your hands. Just go away. You know what to do," Karen said as she places her arms on the table to take a risky nap. Oh dear. Rebecca smiled mischievously and head to her desk. Unfortunately, she bumped into Madeline Sawyer. The hottest human being but the coldest girl in my class. Rebecca apologized and Madeline gave her a small smile.
Madeline Sawyer is the last person I want to talk to. Why? First, she's so out of my league. Madeline is too classy for my trashy attitude. She's literally not afraid of attention. The girl's a walking fame. Second, she's radiating blazing heat. How? I don't know either. I just feel so intimidated with her. She's like Karen. One best friend to count on. No problems. Madeline's friends with Travis Stewart. The guy who steals cafeteria food.
Next is Natasha Graham. The friendliest alien in the whole universe of aliens. She's almost friends with all students in the campus, including the professors and dean. She makes jokes that don't really make any sense but sometimes I just crack up because I really don't know what planet she lives in. It's like she controls people's mind or reads them directly.
Those four are literally the flower four. But they are literally not close. They're like mysterious voids I do not dare to enter. Thinking about them having a coalition together is like imagining World War III or stepping on the borders of North Korea. Yes, It's that dangerous.
My awesome conversation with my brain was interrupted when the great Natasha stopped in my desk and faced me suddenly. My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. I prayed that my eyes will still be intact in their divine sockets.
"Have you heard about the great fire near your neighborhood last week? I heard it was tragic," She said with a mixture of cheerfulness and sadness.
"I wouldn't say it was great not unlike to the Great Fire of London," I stated.
"Oh you're so smart, Rutherford! But who was the culprit of that incident?"
"It's still unknown. It's like what happened in the mall yesterday where people started stealing clothes and other sorts as if they were mind controlled," I said. I noticed her color drained like I touched something vulnerable in her open cabinet.
"Are you ok?" I asked.
"Awesome. Anyways, what's your theory? Well, you're the smart one,"
"Hmmm," I looked up as if the answer was there waiting to be said. "I don't know honestly. It's impossible for them to be connected," Natasha's face lit up. Little did I know that the whole class is listening to our conversation. Well, this is awkward. More than ten eyes on us. As if piercing knives into our skin and flesh.
"YOU'RE A GENIUS! BYE!" Natasha sprinted her way out of the first period. I was left dumbfounded. Well, that happened. Grand.
Then again, my brain ticks and clicks. I need a long vacation away from my rummaging thoughts that torment my brain every day and every night. It would be better if I could earn money from thinking too much. That would be nice. I'd be filthy rich by now. I wander my eyes in the class as the professor entered to start snore city. To my surprise, Madeline Sawyer was staring at me like I did a crime I never wish to admit. I looked at my right and left to check if I was really the one she was staring at. And I did the lamest mistake of staring at her.
Nice one, Hendrix. You just made a fool out of yourself to the hottest girl in the whole campus. Why in the world did you wink at her and smile like a molester? Just why? Please earth, swallow me whole and dump me in the hottest part of the core.
She simply ignored me, coldly. I simply cannot digest why in the world would I do that. I did that once to Karen and I have to say it sort of worked. Well, she agreed to go on a date with me for a day. But her, Madeline Sawyer? A big no. It's not like I adore her or what. She's just.... Intimidating.
So to forget my embarrassing and shameful act, I stared at the blue sky. The blue sky I'm referring to is my twin. How so? The blue sky today is actually very dark and messy and hazy all at once. Like my brain. See the similarity? It's inevitable.
I try calming my mind and think of optimistic things. Like the five minute before snore city ends and the fact that there's pizza in the cafeteria excites me. But like the never ending storm outside, I know the definition of calm is nowhere to be found in that beautiful storm. Like flowers in adversity.
