Analysis Paralysis
It makes no sense whatsoever, but for some reason… and this isnāt just with blogging, but with podcasting.
Iām sure most people can relate in a way, but when I create content…
More specifically with blogging and podcasting.
Everything turns into a blur. Everything in mind goes blank, which usually leads me to:
⢠Stuttering
⢠Repeating the same words several times
⢠Speechless, or in this case, wordless.
But then again, Iād say itās my natural instinct thatās playing into part as to why these things would occur.
Obviously.
Iām overthinking, which definitely makes me lose focus and thought.
When Iām alone, I could go on and on with myself as if I were having a real conversation with someone.
With myself, not about myself. I am not conceited, just to clear that up.
And quite frankly, there honestly more engaging than when I do have a conversation with someone.
Again, really depends who Iām with.
Canāt agree anymore with myself, but then again, I am talking to myself. So whatās there to be embarrassed about.
Itās me, hi.
For the most part, to some, it can be pretty awkward, but because I make it that way.
Unlike with my family and friends, because I have that close type of relationship with them, Iām more willing to speak out to them, maybe express my emotions, or discuss anything about myself. Again, it depends who.
I can be socially awkward in times… most of the time. Like 60 percent of the time. Less maybe… idk, but thatās just me.
A lot of these āconvosā I do have, are mainly just jibberish, but… appealing.
And by that, I mean… even if they make zero sense.
who cares.
Iād say itās a great way to cope with my emotions.
I donāt speak aloud, but I do make very weird facial expressions.
All the time.
It just came to my realization, that I have an āanalysis paralysisā face.
If you know, you definitely know. Iāve been catching up on Awkward.
Will there be a season 6? Highly doubt it, but Good Trouble… highly recommend.
Not sure where I was really headed with this post.
Just a thought.
And thereās plenty of more where that came from.
So cliche, typical me.


