I'm Afraid I've Been Thinking

For those of you who are not lucky enough to endure... I mean... enjoy my constant stream of thought, I thought I would share with you a glimpse into my mind workings.

I have been blessed and cursed with the gift of thinking. I am a wonderful thinker. I can think in any circumstance, any time of day or night. It's just dandy! Sometimes, I even can keep myself up into all hours of the night because I am thinking! It seems that I can always rely on my brain to give me some form of amusement and entertainment.

The question: Is all this thinking worthwhile? Most of the time, it isn't. This is where my thinking becomes a curse. On rare occasions, I have been known to have a profound thought about a gospel analogy. I have found that analogies are my forte. I can produce analogies in mass- they might be a stretch at some times, but they are always there.

In Russia, I was told that thinking causes your hair to grow slower. I didn't believe it when I was there, but I am starting to believe that theory after being left to my own thoughts for a time! I'm sure being able to see my hair grow as the roots start showing against my dyed hair is helping me realize how slow my hair actually grows!

Well, I'll save you the agony of listening to the rest of my thoughts, but who will save me?!