So, there I was this morning, sitting in my therapy session, thinking about how I think too much, and thinking about how I should practice delayed thinking so that when I feel tempted to over-think things I can merely push that thinking to a set aside "thinking" time for said types of thoughts, and then, out of nowhere, while over-thinking thinking, I had this thought:
I like beards.
No. Really. I promise you. In the midst of all of that chaos going on in my head, for a fleeting moment, those three words somehow passed through my brain. And while, yes, I do like beards (on men, not women) I found this recognition to be somewhat disconcerting.
I wonder what Freud would say?
I blame him:
(courtesy of www.dailystab.com)
He was one of the first to solidify my love for facial hair.
And now, somehow, he's made it into this blog post involving my therapy, my over-analysis, and my love for beards.
At least I offer something pretty to look at here, folks.
Happy Hump Day.