No shit, I feel that way sometimes, and I dare even one single asshole on this planet to tell me they've never ever felt that way before, because I'm riding my moral high horse and I want to tell them they're lying.
But if I'm being honest, it's just because I'm being super insecure right now, thinking and thinking and thinking and thinking and thinking and thinking until whatever it was I was originally overthinking turns into this evil, dark, nasty version of its former self. In my head, what started as a pretty innocuous thing has now become something better left for some ultra villain from a True Crime podcast. You know, something so ridiculous and over the top, there's no way it could possibly ever happen in real life....
Except True Crime podcasts DO exist, and not only do they exist, but there are like 54910335876 of them with varying degrees of horrific content, sooooooo, you knooooow…
I'm being dramatic. I'm not thinking about serial killing or anything even remotely close to it, more like questioning people's intentions. Like when you'd go out on a date and you'd have to figure out whether the person sitting across from you actually likes you and enjoys the senseless babble pouring out of your mouth, or if they're just barely tolerating it in the hopes of getting laid in an hour so they can call you CrAzY 2 days later when you try to call.
And in my head, that's pretty villainous and makes me a morally superior human being, because you totally suck for that.
Maybe in someone else's head, I am the villain for using too many metaphors and similes instead of just saying what I mean.
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