Worry

Sometimes I'm accused of over thinking things, of analysing every glance, every casual remark and storing it in my brain, so that when the day ends I can shower, crawl into bed, and recall the day's events.

I pore over things in an endless search for odd nuances that might signify a deeper more complex meaning to the off hand remarks people make to me while I'm awake.

I am obsessed with fine detail and the minutiae of everyday life.

Maybe in an earlier life I was an architect or construction engineer, because I have no idea why I am so besotted with fine detail, almost to the molecular level.