I've only ever written a blog while driving on a couple of occasions. That talk to text feature is pretty handy. Although, it doesn't always hear me correctly, so please forgive the inevitable typos, as I will most likely post without proofreading. Oh who am I kidding, of course I'll proofread.

I read an interesting article this afternoon on The care one should take when choosing a life partner, and it gave me food for thought and fodder for writing.

I've always considered myself over analytical when it comes to relationships. In fact, people often tell me that it's one of my faults. But consider this (an excerpt from the article); 
When you choose a life partner, you’re choosing a lot of things, including your parenting partner and someone who will deeply influence your children, your eating companion for about 20,000 meals, your travel companion for about 100 vacations, your primary leisure time and retirement friend, your career therapist, and someone whose day you’ll hear about 18,000 times.
...How can you NOT be over analytical when you look at it like that? 

So anyway, I've always considered myself to be over analytical. In love, and in life. However, I've only recently begun to do something out of the ordinary; Live by day.
Wing it, go with the flow, what will be – will be... 
And I have found that it's not very comfortable. I mean, it feels good in the moment, for the most part. And I could almost understand how people operate by this mantra. But I'm not convinced it's for me. I need a plan, an end goal. And it has to be well put together Not unattainable, not even skeptical. It has to make sense. The pieces have to fit together without gaps.
So what happens when an obsessive over-analyzer can't formulate a plan? I'll tell you what… They go crazy.

And by they, I of course mean me.

I've used my manic moments as a basis for every decision lately. I've experienced a whirlwind of changing circumstances. I've been riding a veritable emotional roller coaster; up and down, up and down. Stop the ride, I want to get off.
But I can't. There's no operator. She checked out. She doesn't have a plan.  She doesn't know the difference between stop and go, or even what lies in between.
Throw your hands up in the air, here comes another plunging corner!
Do people really live this way? Do people really enjoy this ride? 
I just want a straight stretch.

My destination is approaching. 
I'm sure this blog made no sense. But it passed the time during my drive and perhaps provided me with a moment of therapy. I think.