Curing Overthinking Over Tea

Time and time again, a new love-interest enters the realm of existence. They just moved in from the rural hillsides of [Place], and started studying [Major] at the local University. A few passing glances and boom, I must meet this person. Never mind those other people with whom I have talked into a deep connection, this is the right person at the right time.
Flash forward two weeks, I find myself lying on my bed wondering why this keeps happening. Mentioned crush-of-the-week accepts my invitation to a shared cuisine, we talk at midnight by the lake on several occasions, and everything stays the course. All of a sudden, off they go into a righteous independence movement leaving me, the demonized Bourgeoisie, to watch in awe as another prospect leaves me in the dust.
Some say the best action is to stop talking to people altogether, leading a life of solitude with Patrick Star accommodations. Others say with patience and no effort the right person will fall into my lap, the lone raindrop of thousands landing in my eye, before I know it. For me, the end result is meaningless, and it’s the pursuit that has become worth fighting for.
In a mind such as mine, the waking seconds of a calm Saturday afternoon are not spent in peaceful examination of the waving trees. More truth is found in my brain’s never-ending need to understand and control life itself. Every aspect is analyzed, quite cynically as most observers would find, compartmentalized, and molded into a life process. My perceptions of the world dangle from a leash, leading directly to the firm hand of my frontal cortex.
This processed, triple-distilled, approved mindset I hold can be physically and mentally draining on any given day. Although, there is one instance where the leash breaks for a few moments, and I can roam freely in unmarked territory. This is where the new person from the rural hillside comes in.
One aspect of life my in-skull processor will never understand is attraction. It’s irrational, fear inducing, and borderline dangerous, but that is where the calm kicks in. Any chance I get to stop thinking for a passing moment is bliss, and pursuing a new love-interest fits the bill.
For those of us who find ourselves equipped with the mastery of overthinking, a phenomena such as possible love puts our minds to rest for a short time. The potential relationship partner plays a passive role in the short-term slowing of the hamster-wheel.
Just to clarify, the mentioned “pursuit” does not imply random hookups or running towards someone with a wedding ring. Pursuing someone in this sense is letting irrational feelings bubble to the surface, talking to the person, and letting the current of the situation flow into the coming days. Letting go of mental control is one of the most calming activities in my playbook, and pursuit lends itself fully.
The consequences of these pursuits, as harsh as they become, are worth the annoyance in the end, because every attempt is just that: an attempt. Some lead entire lives without stepping five feet to the right to start an awkward conversation about the class they share, or their mutual distaste of political leaders.
No matter how many splashes turn into tsunamis, putting in the effort of skipping the rock makes it worth tidal waves: five minutes of a still mind and a companion for tea.
