Stories. Story of my life

I’ve been accused of making scenarios, can you believe it?

This is not an accusation, it’s a compliment! But, well, I have to give the guy some credit. He is right. I’m making scenarios all the time and for everything. Seriously, everything.

Let’s say I walk the streets and happen to overhear a conversation. Then bam! I have made a whole story, I’ve seen the images, the setting and all. I don’t do it on purpose, really. My mind just races and most of the times I can’t reach it and make it stop.

The same happens when I have committed to something and the time to fulfill my promise is limited. My brain calculates everything that can go wrong and everything that won’t and before I even realize it, I’ve got all the options and possibilities in my head and I’m getting nervous.

You don’t really want me to start talking about movies! Most of the times I figure out what is going to happen. Is it my fault that is pretty obvious? Damn it, kind of is. I should keep my mouth shut next time I watch a movie with another person.

I don’t really know why this is happening, but I do tend to make scenarios. It’s like I’m programmed this way only that my algorithm seems like and endless loop. It’s like a glitch in the program.

Stories float in my brain, forming, changing, searching a way to make it to words, to reality and some of them manage to stir something inside me and tickle my fingertips so I have to write them down. Like an itchiness that won’t go away until you scratch it and make your peace with it.

So, if that is my accusation … I plead guilty.

But well, I’ll try not to bombard everyone else with my crazy scenarios. That much I can do.

At least I think so.

Have you felt anything like this? Oh, please tell me about it.