Having just published a post entitled, “An Encounter with a Human Derelict” in which I honestly shared my revulsion for homeless people, I felt that I needed to humanize myself so that people don’t come to think of me as some kind of a monster. Probably the best way to do that is to use humor and so I decided to post this old essay that I wrote in the hopes of impressing a beautiful young woman.
A Vexing Question
I was talking to a friend a while back who asked a vexing question. “Don’t you think you are being a little over analytical here?”
I thought about it for a few minutes and I said, “No, I don’t think so.”
The question was really bothering me, however, so I thought about it later that night. After going over it a few times, I decided that it was not a fair accusation.
A few days later and I was still trying to get my arms around the whole “Don’t you think you are being a little over analytical here?” issue. Try as I might, I couldn’t figure out where this person was coming from.
Despite all my efforts, however, I couldn’t shake the idea that I had missed some crucial points. I thought about it over the next couple of weeks coming at the whole thing from a different perspective. At the end of the day, however, my conclusion remained the same. I was not over analytical in the exact case in question.
Now, of course, if you broadened the issue and asked the question “Have I ever been over analytical” you might come to a different conclusion. This was an issue that I hadn’t really considered. I decided to revisit the whole issue framing the question as, “Am I a person who is given to being over analytical?” I thought about it for a while, did a little research on the internet and searched my memories. I concluded that while I had certainly come close to being over analytical in some respects on certain specific issues over the course of the last few years, I had never actually been overly analytical using the most reasonable definitions I could come up with.
“But”, I thought after I had gone over it for a while, “maybe this friend is using a different set of definitions?” This required me to come at the whole issue from a number of different angles. I had to vary my definitions and retest various hypothetical scenarios. After a lengthy process of cogitation, however, I still couldn’t figure out how this person could be so rude as to suggest that I was over analytical.
At some point, I decided I needed to look at the whole thing from my friend’s point of view. “Yes”, I thought, “you might think that I was over analytical if you vastly simplified those two critical components of the question. But how could anyone think that you were being fair to evaluate those two propositions in that way?” I was completely mystified.
Because this is such a complicated issue, I have decided to write a book. “Why I Am Not Over Analytical”. It has taken quite a bit of time, but Volume 1 “My years as a toddler” should be available soon in a bookstore near you.