Overheard in a coffee shop today, a woman sitting behind me and complaining about someone as follows:
'He's one of those people who has to think about everything, and it's driving us all mad. Why can't he just let things happen and not analyze everything and worry about everything?'
Oh, I thought, does she mean me?
But turning round revealed that she was a stranger to me, even though she knew so much about my mind.
So I went for a swim, as planned, but instead of ruminating on everything as I usually do when swimming, I tried not to think about anything. There is an archway from inside leading to an outdoor pool, where I swam around alone on my back and watched many big heavy clouds scudding by on a wild wind below patches of clear blue sky. It was very relaxing.
Thanks, lady in the coffee shop, for a more pleasant afternoon than I might otherwise have experienced.