Have you ever thought about something so much or looked into something so hard that you put thoughts in your head of what is going on even though you have no answers? Let me explain. I call it, "Death by my analytical brain," because lets be honest, without my 'wannabe-psychologist-brain,' life would be a little more black and white.

I think we all have had days where we're tired, and I don't just mean a "I didn't sleep enough last night" tired, but rather a mental exhaustion. Thinking is all we do. Scrolling through my Tumblr feed (yes, I still have one of those), I came across a post that read, "isn't it weird how we basically have an endless mental conversation with ourselves?" I can honestly say I have never read something with more curiosity, but even more accuracy. All we do as humans is think, so why do I make it even more stressful by making up a storyline I don't know the first thing about?

I'm sure at some point everyone has heard the saying, "assuming is making an ass out of 'u' and 'me.'" I always smiled and nodded when someone would say this but think about it; assuming is the root to our analytical mental chaos. We take an unknown situation and give it a background, a plot, and an ending resulting in our ending being full of emotion, good or bad.

The other day I looked at a picture. A stand-still photograph that lacked words, emotion, a beginning, and an end. Yet, I took it upon myself to stare at the picture giving it everything it lacked to give me. Just me and a picture alone in a room and here I was acting as if the people in the picture were telling me I wasn't good enough just because the woman was pretty and the man was well dressed. No one was talking, but yet, I started resenting the women in the picture simply because I decided to create a fantasied dialogue between the two of them. I made assumptions about their happiness, and their location, and their perfect lives and I compared myself to the storyline that I made up.

This is where the feeling of being an ass comes into play. I know nothing. Seriously. I know absolutely nothing about their story. Nothing is what it seems. I say this every day of my life yet, here I was starring at a picture that I assumed I knew everything about. Taking a step back, I realize that this is what torture is. This is what we do to ourselves. We create the pain we endure by comparison and assumptions. No one knows what goes on behind closed doors, but every single one of us is guilty of assuming that the woman walking down the street hand-in-hand with a man is madly in love with him or the very successful business man loves his job. You can even assume that I, the girl who hides behind her computer screen writing about emotional topics, is the most sensitive cry-baby in the world. Yet, if you knew me, you would know that crying isn't my thing, I laugh when I get hurt, and I joke about the things that break my heart because I simply don't know how to deal with them.

Assumptions are analytical, torturous thoughts that draw the line between ourselves and our happiness. They are our inner fight, or in other words the 'devil on our shoulder' who don't want us to sleep, or feel like we are enough. We are in control we just have to learn exactly how to take it over.