I do wonder if ignorance is bliss. Those who don’t think are perfectly content with life as it is. Those who think all the time manage to find fault in themselves, in others, and in the world around us until we are all driven mad. Those who take higher level advanced courses always complain, worry, and stress out over their classes while those who take average classes seem pretty content and easy going about things.
My brain is on 24/7 and never stops…EVER. It’s bad when you study so much for Spanish class and then as you get out of class and someone holds the door for you, it’s automatic for you to say “gracias” rather than “thank you.” You know that you’re too focused on your education when you skip lunch to get a few more repetitions playing through all of the movements of Telemann’s flute sonata. You know you’re too smart for your own good when corny chemistry jokes are your form of comic relief for the day. You know you’re taking your foreign language class too seriously when you begin dreaming in Spanish. There’s something seriously wrong when that happens.
I think too much. It’s a fault of mine, but I wish I could cure it every now and then. People say to me, “Don’t overthink this” but seriously, it’s like telling me “Don’t blink.”
I do wonder if ignorance is bliss. Is intelligence worth it all? All nights you spent studying while your friends partied. All those hours of sleep you lost because you came up with a novel idea that you had to write down immediately. All those occasions you chose the intellectual action over the frivolous action.
Why are appearances so important when it comes to finding love? Why don’t guys think “Wow, she has a beautiful brain”? If the mind is a beautiful thing, why doesn’t everyone notice its beauty?
I do wonder if ignorance is bliss. I wonder, I think, I overanalyze, I criticize, I dream, I imagine—I quite frankly use my brain toooften. Maybe it’s a good thing, but on those days you want to flip the switch to your brain, try this: Go to sleep, crazy.