Because I am a Thinker! (p.s. this explains the title of the blog too,just in case you're wondering:-))

Think. Think. Think. That’s what I do. All the time. Eating. Walking. Sitting. Standing. Even when I am sleeping I am thinking in the heads of my head. I hyperventilate. Grow sick of all this freakish thinking but still I think. There is just too much to think. I think because I have a lot to do. And I cannot make a timetable out of it. They are fun to make but who am I kidding. I rather think.

In 7th grade, all I ever did was Think. They used to call me ‘the philosopher’. Once I was thinking and I missed my stop and the bus sped by and then I cried because I thought I might never reach home now. Mum asked me why I was crying and I told her because I was thinking.

I think who to be better friends with. Anne or Kinza. kinza is nice but very clever, too clever for me. She doesn’t think at all. She only acts what she says. She says she wants an ice cream. She goes to buy the ice cream. She is eating it now and I am still deliberating which flavor to take. Lemon or blackcurrant. Anne is very nice as well. She is more my type. She thinks too but not too much as me. And that is why I like her better. But kinza wants to be Anne’s best friend and she can and she is. Because she never thinks. Nope. Not at all. Why should she? She is so very fine in everything. She is so tall and has such long hair and all the boys point at her in class. And I know what all of them are thinking. She can dress Barbie dolls better than me and has nicely arranged them on the shelf. She knows how to cook a little bit and most of all she is not a thinker…while I sit on the swing, lightly squishing the mud beneath my toes, they whisper and giggle and I think wicked thoughts. ”OH! How I hate kinza. How I would love to drag her across the street by her long locks, how I would love to burn all her dolls. ”But no. I cannot burn her dolls.Why? Beacause 1) I think they are very pretty and 2) I am after all only a thinker.

Yup that’s what I do. Think. Think. Think.

I am in 9th grade now. My teacher tells me to stop thinking so much!...but whatever! he thinks I am crazy anyways.
I have a crush on a boy. I think if he ever thinks about me. Probably not. He has a big head so I think he is probably very intelligent. There you go again. i think again. My friend offers to meet us up and I say “no thank you, I rather think. Think when I pick out flowers from the garden. I think about swaying to buble’s tunes and taking his hand and walking over the ocean and go to Rome. ”yup. I think this. She says I am scared and that I am a shrimp and I don’t want to be a fish all my life. I tell her to buzz off and I am sick and tired of everyone telling me that I should stop thinking. It’s not healthy and I wonder why they say “you should think a thousand times before you speak”. People are so confusing.
Anyway I decide to take up arms. After all, I am no Hemingway, Samuel Johnson or words worth. Why should I ponder on every meager word, action and gesture? Isn’t there enough confusion in this world? I would never be Einstein and have long frizzy hair so I might as well just do something. I ask him if he can come meet me during the break. I keep a straight face. I go back to my friends and proudly announce that he would be more that happy to come meet up. They giggle and I giggle too. I think well…this is going to be fun. But again I think. i think all day. During bio lab, chemistry and math. I keep smiling to my self. And all the way I m thinking ..’yayy..i m not a thinker anymore, I am free from the dark alleys of my world. I am just as normal as anyone Elsa.”
But of course I am wrong. I think and think and I hate his big head and his clumsy big hands and the way he carelessly rolls up the sides of his sleeves. His long hair dangle by the sides of his ears and oh! How much I hate it. I hate how he puts up such high airs around him. I wonder why he is on the seventh cloud. Wasn’t it me in the first place who asked him??
I chicken out. Nope. I’m sorry. I cannot. I am a thinker and I know that it will take a whole lot of time for me and a whole lot of my life…for me to not be a “thinker”!