Entering his room, the young man grabbed all the clothes thrown on the chair beside his bed and threw them again in the closet. He sat on the chair with the towel still on his head as his hair was literally like a forest to make sure it would be dry after a couple of minutes… almost!
Glancing at the book that was silently waiting for him to read and shuffle its pages out of amusement at finishing its reading. The young man didn't take more than a moment until the book was open in his hands, being ready for another reading session in the morning.
"A great way to clear my mind, I guess."
Word after word, sentence after sentence, page number started increasing, the young man was driven within the information he was putting in his mind and more likely installing them. This was his current situation until… for the second time almost in a row, he stumbled across a sentence, this time, it echoed!
'This is all your fault, All! Your! Fault!' His mood shifted to worse and worse. Just like a few moments ago, he stared at the book, especially at that sentence… motionless! With his eyes closed, blacked out and with the additional effect of the black haloes under his eyes, he looked like he was devoured by darkness.
The towel on his head was slowly moving and moments later, it slipped off his head while he was in this gloomy state, making him look depressed and emotionless.
"Sighs! When will all of this start getting good or at least bad?" His condition was far from being even bad to the point he just wanted to be in a bad situation and get away from that devastation he was in.
He took almost 15 whole minutes to break free from all of this mental suffering as he felt chained subconsciously.
In fact, he couldn't break free from this suffering, he just surrendered to it…
His overthinking was a great benefit to him almost in everything but in this case, it was torture!
The young man finally moved, leaning to his right side while stretching his arm to grab the towel that slid a couple of minutes ago. His eyes were still blacked out, gloomy as it was.
Straightening his spine, he stood on his feet to put the towel back to where it belonged and stepped into the living room to grab his phone which he threw on the couch before going to take his crazy refreshing cold shower.
Sitting on the couch once more, he continued reading the chapter of his beloved novel, the chapter he left once he read that sentence.
He first glanced at the clock and it was 12:34 PM. An hour and a whole half had passed since he woke up and only now a new question resounded in his overthinking mind:
'Why do I feel that I forgot something important?!'
Apart from being depressed and shattered from within, forgetting something and recalling that you are forgetting it is so much worse. It's like the human mind tends to manipulate us, forcing us to remember ourselves by using the only thinking machine that told us that we are currently forgetting.
"What a loop of never-ending thoughts." This is actually interesting! Do we think as a human or as a mind?! To make it more clear… do we use our mind's power to think? Or we are actually the mind itself and the rest of the body is just a corpse that we as a mind are controlling every bit of it without even noticing?
A bunch of questions that didn't have an answer popped into his mind and still, he questioned himself more. It's much worse for an overthinker than a normal person like our young man right here.
Cutting all of his thoughts, the young man finally continued reading this unfinished chapter in the same depressed state.
It didn't take him long until he shifted to another chapter and another and another. He was addicted to the details and not reading by itself. Although he enjoyed reading, He thrived for more information, the light shedding on the unfolded truth, the developing plot, the characters' improvement, and so many other aspects.
Novels were the best at all of this, even better than animations or the manga and manhwa panels, novels stood on top of them all even on top of movies for him.
The reason behind that is movies and animations need your full attention to grasp the foreshadowing, the plot, and other aspects while novels easily deliver all of those aspects in nearly perfect details that powers the engine to our imagination.
You will never see the same two people imagining the same scenes in their minds from the same novel, never... ever!
Glancing at the clock after reading 8 chapters and a half, the young man has put an end to his addiction... temporarily. He stood on his feet and went to his room, grabbed a pair of socks, his pocket, and his headphones. Soon, he got ready to go out... why?
Silent: "Taking a walk, just say it! It's not even related to the plot, you dumb! Oh, wait! I take it back."
The young man was living in a department exactly at the third floor. Once he got out, he played one of his songs which was a phonk one, and purchased a can of cola and with this everything was alright. All that's left is his efforts to walk.
One of the most habits that raised his energy and calmed his inner peace was walking, despite its not being the best time as it was afternoon, the roads were full of cars, engine rolling sounds, beeping everywhere that echoed in his ears, many people walking past him and in front of him, too.
It was pure frustration to him, but he had no choice. He wanted some inner peace and there was nothing he could do in his room except being driven in an endless loop of overthinking, causing his mood to only get worse and worse.
What he loved when walking was silence, no cars running past him or even people... utter silence! Fortunately, the walk was not bad either, he enjoyed every bit of it and returned home.
Still, his attempt to calm his mind went almost all in vain. His overthinking was still running wild in his mind but, he refreshed his energy in the end, so, it wasn't as good as nothing. The strange thing is his overthinking was fixed only on one simple sentence:
'Why do I feel that I forgot something important?'
An endless loop of one sentence. The most frustrating type of overthinking. He knew he really was forgetting something because every single time he remembered he was forgetting, he knew for sure that he had forgotten something. Every single time, it turned out to be true!
Returning to his home, the young man left his keys on the shelf beside the department's door and entered his room.
'AHHHHHHH! WHAT AM I FORGETTING?!'
The young man finally broke out of his frustration in a state of anger. Only at that moment, he realizes how dumb and naive he is.
His line of site dropped on a box not so big covered in a type of a store bag with a picture on it. The picture was all about a type of glasses that was big enough to cover the upper part of his head and a few straps to attach from behind... it was not a type of glasses!
It was a VR SET!
"Oh... ohhhh, no no no... you dumb, depressed head!"